This was the scene in our dining room this morning: an extremely excited and proud Pete-cat strutting about on the floor, and an ever-so-scared effete little mouse perched on the curtain rod. Unfortunately, we had to disappoint the cat by gently herding the mouse into a glass vase and releasing him outside. I'm pretty sure Pete is at home right now, sitting on a chair and gazing fixedly at the spot where the mouse was, just a few short hours ago. Where did it go, where did it go? My breakfast mouse! Gone?