We went tonight to pick up M's 4x4 from the dealer, having had it pass it's MOT. (Good news in itself). When I got home, I went in to the lounge to make a fuss of L'il Boo the cat. He was sat very still in front of something dark on the carpet. My initial thought was: "Oh hell, what's he wrecked now?" (He's notorious for attacking anything left lying around). I inspected closer, looking around as I did so for further evidence. His smug expression was unusual, and not the standard gormless "Hello Daddy" look.
Lo and behold: the little bugger caught a mouse!!! He's a bloody housecat and has been for three and a half years. Seems the mouser instinct never left him!
You should have seen the self satisfied look on his face when he got his reward of some shredded crab meat! 
that's pretty accurate!
Bearcub
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PS In case you're wondering, I don't live in a mouse infested hovel, but the house is 116 years old with original chimneys still open, so the occasional visitor is expected from time to time.
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