Mouse Hunt--or not

I found Hobbes sitting in the shed the other day.  He was just sitting there, staring into the corner--which means only one thing--mouse.

Sure enough, there it sat. The wee thing, too terrified to move, just sat there blinking those big brown mousie eyes, hoping that my orange stripey would just go away.  Yeah/no.

But apparently as big as Hobbes is, he is not hungry.  And so he walked away from his mouse friend and moved on to other adventures like the leaves blowing across the yard.  They were fun, you see--something to chase.

Smart mouse.

And yes, I scooted him into a bucket and set him free under the fence.