This thing about the cat having free access to the house has major drawbacks. Bertie just brought a live mouse in through the terrace doors. The mouse of course ran to hide under the furniture with both Bertie and Natasha chasing him. I don't know how we'll get him out of here if Bertie doesn't catch him again.
I guess the little rodent is Bertie's Bastille Day present to us. Now I've had to close Tasha out of the room, because I don't want her playing with an injured or dead mouse. Cats! They really are wild animals in a way that dogs are not.
Our friend Evelyn says she keeps a butterfly net handy to deal with such situations. I wish I had one right now. E. and L. can catch the live prey that the cat drags in and then release it back outdoors.
P.S. We can see the mouse running around when we move pieces of furniture, but we can't catch him. Now I won't be able to leave any doors open in the morning when Bertie goes out hunting. The cat will just have to stay outside. I don't know what ever possessed me to bring a cat into the household anyway. Phooey.
Walt has now set two baited mousetraps under the sofa. Maybe they will be effective.