Hoping for a good night's sleep was simply that, a hope. We were woken 3 times by the serial murderers who live with us, they had heard and chased a mouse under the fridge and demanded, very loudly, our assistance. The first time Mertz went down and moved the fridge and they got a mouse. The second time, they were just as insistent that there was something that needed to be killed and sure enough, he moved the fridge and Willow pounced... on a dog biscuit that had fallen down the back. The third time they were ignored.
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