I figured out where the mouse is: it's inside the hood above the stove, up where the light is. Which means the cats can't get at him unless he's up in the cupboard, which he probably won't be since I threw away everything he could possibly get into as a food source up there.

I need to drop off some more post-dated cheques for rent, so I'll tell the superintendent about it tonight. But we've forgiven Vlad for not doing his job, since Vlad lacks the opposable thumbs and screwdriver necessary to get in there.

I suppose it must be warm up there, though. (I assume the extreme cold over the past few weeks has driven Mousie indoors. Coney thinks it's only reasonable, which is about all the discussion we're likely to have on the matter.)