Mouse in the house

Because we felt that having three babies in the house wasn't quite enough work, strife and mayhem for us we went to the SPCA on Sunday (just for a look see, not to get anything, out of interest, something to do etc) and brough home a kitten called Mouse. He is the smallest cat on earth ever and is 9 weeks old. He is black with huge ears and anyone who knew our puss in London called Puck will recognise him as being a copy-cat.

He is a ballsy little beast and really sticks up for himself. Django is terrified.

Dog and cat happily share the same water bowl although I do hope that if Mouse falls in Django is Lassy enough to pull him out (What's that boy? Mouse has fallen in the well? Remember?). And last evening as we hung washing we watched Bax join the toy animals and kneel down to lick up water with them.

Bax loves Mouse, and for the first little while pronounced that Mouse had "Sharp toes". Now he says sharp claws but still calls Mouse "Miaow!sss!"