Our old cat died last year - the "old cat with Tyroid problem" story. And the missus and kid have missed her. And ever since the mice started eating my motorbike seat, I've been on at her to get another one. A good mouser.
The local rabbit population has also exploded, and our springer spaniel is too old/stupid to kill them.
So she went one better. Last weekend, she got TWO.
So I spent my 18th wedding anniversary on the floor of the spare room, enticing two tomcat kittens out from under a bed with a stick and a ball. Romantic, eh ?
How did you spend your last wedding anniversary ?