Alfie was running around, up and down stairs this afternoon so I left him to it.
When I went down I found a little mousie dead at the bottom of the stairs. And a big mousie dead in the lounge. That was obviously what Alfie was up to
I collected the dead meece for disposal and rewarded Alfie with a couple of Dreamies.
Cleo, who luuuurves Dreamies, immediately picked up a toy mouse, batted it round until it was 'dead', then looked up at me and meowed for Dreamies.
I laughed so hard that I nearly had tears running down my legs
Of course, I couldn't resist as she had asked so nicely
