When the appliance delivery fellows arrived this morning, the first task was to remove the old range. After pulling it away from the wall, guy #1 turned to me and said, I'm afraid you have a very bad mice problem. Totally deadpan. Frightfully serious. I peered over his shoulder steadying myself for the worst. Then we both burst out laughing. The previous owner's cat left a present for me. Over a dozen little mousie toys. Newton has sniffed at them, detected another cat's spit, and refuses to play with them. Cats are generally not interested in free toys. Only the expensive ones.
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