Dave and Russian sex

After our first encounter with Dave we we're fine, we didn't mind his presence. Lee wasn't a fan of him doing a poo plop in his wash bag but it was all good. We went out and came back to the room that evening to get dressed and I said to Lee that although we're all pals, I didn't really want Dave sharing the bed. He agreed, so we came up with the plan of stuffing some cushions at the bottom of the door, presuming that's where he was getting in, also assuming that he had already departed and we weren't trapping him inside the room.

So anyway, Lee goes over to the foot of the bed and picks up one of the throw cushions and screams like a girl. I scream because I don't know what he's screaming at. He manages to get out that the mouse is there.. in the bed. That was a step too far for me. We had to get him out.

We went out and told the owner who seemed genuinely horrified. After her apologies she says, 'hang on, I'll get Tiger', I was expecting a beast. She hands us a little basket and inside is the smallest, cutest little kitten you've ever seen. The mouse was practically the same size as it. I didn't think it would be much help but I put him in the room anyway just because he was cute and I wanted a cuddle.

After rustling some furniture around I spotted the mouse shoot behind a plastic bag on the floor. I chucked the cat in his direction but he came straight back and started licking my ankles and pawing the bottom of my dress. Lee was also as much use as a chocolate fire guard. It was me against Dave.

I slowly moved the plastic bag and he shot off. Soon enough Lee spotted him snuggled amongst his clothes on the shelf. Kel surprise it was me that had to move the clothes to get at the mouse. At this point the owner had come in to offer her assistance. As did her boyfriend and a local man. So it was me, Lee, Tiger, owner, boyfriend and local all running round the room chasing the damn mouse.

As we were chasing him, Dave ran straight past the open door (argh!) and went into the bathroom and disappeared. The local who seemed to know what he was on about said he went down a pipe. He looked proper so we took his word for it and blocked up the pipe with paper and tape, convinced we had it sorted, (shame I can hear the owner having sex) we left it and went out. Upon our return I go to the bathroom to check the paper is still in place and guess who is sitting on the toilet seat bold as brass? The Davemeister.

I told the owner he was back and she said she had a mouse trap, why didn't she say this before?! (I can hear spanking haha, I'm going back to me room) We set it up in the bathroom and after a couple hours I could hear him rattling around inside. By this time it was gone midnight. I couldn't leave him in the cage, so I took him outside and set him free and I gave him some cheese and bread because I'm just nice like that. Farewell Dave me old mucker.