Yesterday evening I was about to walk from the house to my bedroom (about…oooh…four steps, lol) when I spotted my cat, Molly, lying in the driveway, her two front paws out to the front. I new immediately from the look on her face and the way her tail was flicking that she must have some sort of small creature in her grip. Sure enough, as I walked closer I spotted a teeny, young, brown mouse!

I can’t bare to witness cats toying with creatures, live or dead. The only sort I’m okay with are the fake ones made of felt or some other material! So, naturally, I had to rescue Little Mouse from Tyrant Molly. Little Mouse was so, well, little, that I didn’t want to put him or her in my hand in case I accidentally crushed the poor dear, but the only thing I had handy was…a bra of mine. So, Little Mouse was carefully picked up by the tail and placed gently in my bra cup!

To get an idea of size. So now the whole internet knows I have a nude coloured padded bra…

Before taking my new friend (I definitely consider the mouse my new friend since not only did I rescue it from a cat, but it’s seen my bra up close and personal!) to a safe spot outside I brought it into my room to take the photos. Little Mouse’s body would have only been about the size of my thumb to the first knuckle. Dinky-wee.

Hopefully the spot I found for it was safe enough. There was an area of metal to hide under that a cat couldn’t fit in, and lots of long grass.