3am wake up call

Just as I was singing the praises of Miss Marple, she goes and wakes me up by bringing a live mouse into my bedroom at 3am and flinging it around the place. Luckily I managed to rescue the mouse by catching it in my shoe. (nb: this is the best tactic. I must have used my converse to successfully capture and free at least 25 rats and mice in my lifetime). Meanwhile, Miss M is in disgrace but doesn't seem to care. She's gone all silly and is purring her head off.