I love Rupert's country house. It's in a little town in the Berkshires with a general store where everybody knows us, and a library that has my book -- autographed, of course. We caught lots of mice, which Mrs G said she appreciated, but Mabel was less than thrilled when we brought one to her.
For New Year's Eve, Mrs G made a roast beef dinner with all the trimmings for the humans and chicken liver mouse with bacon chips for Rupert and moi. Everybody finally went to sleep, so Rupert and I curled up on a pouf in front of the fireplace in the library -- the one with pictures of Mr and Mrs G on the mantel.
