Many of my furriends wondered what my mum said when she woke up to find me playing with my deaded mousie in her bed. She said "hello miss Poppy, what do you have there?". Then she told me I was a good girl and a good mouser.
Then she got the dustpan and brush and picked him up and threwed him over the fence.
I don't know why I wasn't allowed to keep him til chrismouse?