Sigh. Looks like we've got a smart mouse. Or a lucky one.

Scott set four traps baited with peanut butter before we went to bed last night. The one above is upstairs, tucked between kitchen cupboard doors that have been waiting for over a year now to be sanded and painted (no good-enough excuse, shame on me), and which are leaning against the wall in the hallway. This morning Scott found the trap sprung and dragged over to the kitchen stove.

And what good is Ralph the Cat, you ask? He definitely knows there's a mouse in here. He'll go right to the spot where the mouse was last seen, and he'll nose around there, tail twitching.

Last night he slept on our bed. At one point he flopped down next to my head and slung his arm over it, like a lover. At least there will be no mouse running over my head as I sleep, right? But did Ralph get that mouse? No! Methinks he knows he'll be booted out again as soon as he does.

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Wild animals we have seen this week:
A muskrat came into the folks' yard next door. The dog went after it; when she got within three feet, it attacked her, bit her face, drew blood. By the time the muskrat was caged, all three families from both houses were out there watching the action. It sounds like Scott's brother will take it some distance away and set it free.

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We're off to Wynyard this afternoon to see an acoustic group, the Montreal Guitar Trio. Everett at 14 is too cool to want to attend, and Emil is fighting a cold, so we will give their season tickets to Scott's mom and my Grandma, who will accompany us.

Now Playing: Katell Keineg, Jet

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