Well it's that time of year, the mice have moved in. Bobcat does the mean hunter thing for any unfortunate mouse that fancies it's chances in the open. For a couch potato, that cat can move, real fast! However, I have a super mouse. I can hear it pootling around in the loft, under the floor, and inside the walls. The little Bar-steward has thus far eluded capture and the cat. So far, it's enjoyed cheese, peanut butter, chocolate, a raisin, marmite and some jam. I should add all these tempting little morsels are the bait I've used for traps. The traps have been set to super sensitive and have caught a few other not so bright mice and me once or twice as I was setting them, but not him, oh no, he manages to remove said bait from the traps and enjoy the spoils at my expense. I'm starting to get just a little paranoid about this darn mouse and just a little bit competetive. There's a battle of will's and cunning going on in Winnie towers and I'm determined to win. I will not be beaten by a mouse, I won't, oh no. I shall be victorious. Wish me luck, this could be a long campaign.......

