Tim was moaning about the mice in the shed the other day because we thought they had eaten into Humphrey's box. In fact we now think that was Humphrey trying to escape. So Tim went and bought some mousetraps. I was sad and said "can't you let Tiger next door catch them" No, the mousetraps are down, but so far caught nothing.
I was just in the porch watering my plants when I heard a meowing outside. I opened the front door and there is Tiger, who promptly drops a mouse by my feet. I said "hang on, its not me you need to impress" and shouted "Tim it's for you"
Good old Tiger
