There is a small possibility that at age 8 the cats (the original four legged furry penguins) have finally realised that their archnemisis is the mouse. We found a dead one on the stairs this morning. There was blood. Now, two theories abound. Either the mouse was attacked outside, crawled into our hall, half way up the stairs and then died OR one of the cats took a swipe at it. To be honest the first theory is more likely. I've seen a mouse run across the floor and the cats sat and watched it in a sort of bemused "I wonder what that is" kind of thing. But show them an olive or a mushroom or god forbid leave a piece of cheese out and they'll show it who's boss.
Today was test day and to be honest having my eyebrow pierced hurt more than having a huge (and I mean huge) needle shoved into my abdomen. Now we just await the results.