Oh, I shouldn't laugh

Shiloh the naughty beasty has taken to bringing in mice as presents for my MiL - only her latest offering was still alive and is currently taking refuge in her bedroom. Guess who's not pleased? So we lifted all boxes and suitcases up on the bed, and locked both cats in the room and all I can here is MiL poking her big stick behind wardrobes/crevices and every now and then shouting "There it is, Fumble. Fumble! Fuuuuuuuuumbleeeeee!!!!!" *more crashing* "Useless cat!"

It is both hilarious and horrendous and I fell as if I should be contributing more than documenting Maureen's trials on the internet but.... you have to admit it's quite funny.