On our way back home from school, Matthew spotted this little guy running up our driveway headed towards our house. He's cute, but I didn't want him any where near our house, so I caught him in a plastic container. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your perspective, our cats had no interest in doing their exterminating job. I guess at the ripe old age of 15 years old, they don't feel the need to earn their keep. The boys fed the mouse some cat food and peanuts to tide him over until Paul got home to let him go far away from here.
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I'd say that worked out well for all concerned.
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