Im All Bleedin Heart - All Waifs and Strays Welcome...Gawds Sake...

Ok........ remember Eric a few posts back...... well sometimes these things are meant to be...... as sad as it was to let Eric go, we knew he was going to a more comfortable pad, a place where he could stretch out and ponder on life and its meanings....

Well, no sooner had Eric departed, the very next day something happened that must of been meant to be....... Erics house was empty, cleaned out and awaiting a new occupant.......

scene set......

Back in the week I was just dishing dinner up when I heard my Tom out the back, saying....... drop it will you, DROP IT...... christ sake let go, dont make me have to bop ya nose..... I thought, who the hell is he talking to.... who the hell was in me garden that he was gonna have to bop their nose........

Further investigation lead to me opening the back door to be confronted with my Tom holding FatCat by the scruff of his neck.......FatCat was all a bristle and was making these well strange growling noises......... now you have to realise that Fatcat is, well, a Fatcat with a belly beard, he is loved and cherish and thinks he is a dog...... he never strays from the garden, as do neither of me cats and is one of the most friendliest scaredy cats out.........he is a big pussy lol



This is Fatcat.... as you can see, when I am on the computer, he snuggles up in a ball and sits next to the keyboard.....I finks he loves me, and when I am home he is never more then a few feet from wherever I am lol

So, I says, Tom what ya doing to Fatcat.......... mum he's got something in his mouth and he wont give it up........ so with that I gently pull his tail, just gently you understand..... and he opens his mouth, to reveil.......... A LITTLE FIELD MOUSE....... shaking and quivering...... and slightly chewed.... just lying there flopped still on the path....... so Tom picks it up to inspect it and see how chewed it is and if its infact still alive......

He was still alive, and just slightly chewed, so my Tom puts him on his arm, and thats how Chewie came to be living in Erics old home....... ya see, we couldnt just brush him off and let him go in the garden cos Fatcat was right on his tail ;) he would of grabbed him in a whisper and next time he wouldnt of been so lucky and would of been fully chewed instead of only half chewed.......



This is Chewie the half chewed Fieldmouse or it could be a Dormouse we aint sure....



Dunnee look scared to death :(

We thought if we put him in the tank to lick his wounds in the warm and snuggly home with food and water then we would of done good and saved a little life...... only time would tell.....

BUT, like everything in this bloody mad house NUFFIN goes quite as simple or to plan....... the mouse was shaking and as Tom was trying to open the glass door of the tank thing Chewie decided to make a leap for it and lept from Toms grasp...... Emma Screamed and jumped back, I screamed cos she banged into me, Jacob was laffing and as Tom swung round to try and catch Chewie in mid-air he knocked over the 2 plastic cartons of medium and large crickets, and the lids flipped off and 30-40 crickets were now jumping all over Toms tiny bedroom, the mouse was nowhere to be seen, Im jumping on the bed with Emma, and Jacob is still laffing his head off as 30-40 crickets are chirping and hopping and thinking FREEDOM bloody FREEDOM......

Eventually 25 minutes later we had managed to capture Chewie, we cornered him behind Toms OneArmedBandit and poked him with a hockey stick and Tom grabbed him, all the while picking up jumping hopping crickets and shoving them back in the box..... we couldnt find them all, some escaped down the little hole where the pipe to the radiator comes up through the floorboards...... so for the rest of the evening and into the morning all we could hear was the call of these bleedin escaped cricekts between the floorboards and the ceiling lmfao........ PLEASE LORDY WHY ME.....



Quivering Chewie but alive.....

So for a few days Chewie has been living in the lap of luxury, 3 square meals a day, warmth, drink and much love.........

But as much as we have grown attached to Chewie, he is after all a little wild creature and use to his freedom, maybe he has a family that was missing him....... so now he was healed and well and his chewed body was once again whole, we decided it best to let him go, back to the wild, back to his life he had before we saved him......



This is Chewie sitting on Toms shoulder just before we let him go.... look how tame he has got :)

I think he loves us......... just look at his little face, see how he is smiling, compared to how he looked half chewed......

So we shut the cats in the house........ and said our goodbyes to a little mouse that we had rescued and loved and nurtured back to health...... I hope he remembers us and tells his family how good we was to him :)........

But, to be honest, Im half expecting Fatcat to bring him back tonight, only this time maybe nor half chewed but fully gobbled lol......... but ya know what...... thats the call of the wild ;).....

chirp chirp, shit is that a cricket I hear stuck under the floorboards, dont say I will have to prise the boards up to rescue it ;)

Enough boring Twaddle from this mad house.......