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That's not good.
At least they're not in the cupboards eating my chocolate this time. I haven't had mice in the flat since that first winter but I suppose in a building of this age they're kind of inevitable. I haven't actually seen any though; and in fact my first indication of the little fuckers' existence was only on Saturday night.
Just getting ready to go to bed and the cat started prancing about between the bed and the wall. I harumphed in irritation. One clear indication that he's getting back to full health is that he's got a lot more energy, which he tends to express by meowing in the most annoying high-pitched shriek by the back door and then sitting there for several minutes once the door is actually opened. When this happens late at night we tend to have several cycles of in-and-out – he goes out, I let him back in ten minutes later only to find him wanting to go out again almost immediately. Honestly, how many attempts at shitting does one cat need? Anyway, on Saturday night I'd just gone through this routine and was not best pleased. He stopped prancing almost as soon as he'd started and we both got into/onto the bed.
Lights barely out, a scratching started. A scratching very familiar from my student days. There were just a couple of scrabbles and I heard nothing more for the rest of the night (and believe me, I lay awake for some time, listening). On Sunday I was cleaning up and found several examples of mouse poo.
I choose to believe that a mouse was in my bedroom, and was scared enough by El Mog to hide under the bed. As soon as the lights went out it scarpered. This is what I choose to believe. I'm also choosing to believe that the cat's presence may put off others. On the other hand, these mouse ultrasound and electromagnetic repellers look good…