I was staying with my sister in England once together with my nephew Christopher in the guest room. My sister is an early-to-bed early-to-rise person, so peace and quiet was always expected in the house later in the evenings.
Chris and I had been down to the local village pub and came back very late and slightly inebriated (NOT appreciated by sis!). Chris went to bed and I made a cup of tea in the kitchen (very quietly!). Suddenly the cat flap opens, and in comes their cat Whisky with a live mouse in her mouth for me. Then started a wonderful, noisy cat and mouse chase all round the kitchen, ‘though I had luckily managed to get the kitchen door closed in time. What was I going to do? OMG!
The mouse fled behind the fridge, and I just stood flabbergasted wondering what on earth to do without waking my sister and family. I got the mouse out again with the help of a broomstick, but the problem was keeping the cat away. Luckily I had a brainwave, grabbed a towel and flung it at the mouse. Incredibly I got it first time, and then had to stagger out into the garden and let the mouse loose, while keeping an extremely interested and bloodthirsty cat out of the way at the same time. Those mice are incredibly quick aren’t they, I still can’t believe how lucky I was to get it first throw!
My sister never did find out about our late night escapade!