This morning I left Bonaparte in the back hall where I keep sacks of dry bread, carrots, cat food and other supplies. He escaped in there when a friend arrived and I forgot him. When I remembered he was there, he was playing with a dead mouse. I took it and flushed it away, but he was determined to stay where he was and showed me where there was another one, crouched behind a box. So I left him to it and he is still there, four hours later, waiting for his second mouse to emerge. I cannot see it any more and I think it has got away, but he is obviously equally sure that all he has to do is wait! At least I know that the animal food is all in safe hands.