Mouse in my House

A mouse has decided to shack up inside my flat.

Now, he (or she) has lived here for a while - making little piles of bitten rubbish and rustling around. But now he's become much braver, even venturing out for a nap on the armchair. I poked him with a wooden spoon, to see if he was still alive - and he was; but I think he might be a little bit dying.

Just seeing him makes me feel sad, so I left him some cheese to eat and make him feel better. As I have a cat that loves to hunt back home, I'm more than used to having mice around the house; and I wouldn't DREAM of laying mousetrap. So the mouse stays. And I christen him...