Let me introduce you to one of the quietest but most consistent customers at the wildlife café: Maurice the Mouse.Maurice is the ultimate gentleman.He doesn’t cause drama like the magpies.
He doesn’t empty entire feeders like Cyril used to.
He doesn’t sit on the roof demanding service like the Magpie Air Force.No. Maurice has class.He usually arrives around 7:30am, after the main rush has died down. He slips out from his little hole, has a polite nibble of whatever the squirrels left behind, takes a dignified sip from the littlies’ birdbath, and then disappears again without any fuss.He’s on the executive breakfast plan.He gets the leftovers from the Walters, the occasional dropped sunflower heart, and sometimes a tiny piece of cat food that Felicity leaves behind when she’s feeling generous.Alex once pointed out his hole and said “Oh look, there’s a mouse hole!” in the sweetest voice, clearly thinking it was a problem to be solved.I just smiled and said, “A mouse, you say? Well, I never…”Inside I was thinking: Bless you, Alex. Maurice has better room service than most hotels.He’s very well behaved. No chewing through cables, no midnight raids inside the house (yet). Just a quiet, civilised gentleman who knows when the café is open and respects the schedule.I’ve started leaving a tiny pinch of seed near his hole as a loyalty reward.Because even the smallest customers deserve good service.Welcome to the executive tier, Maurice.Just don’t tell the magpies — they’ll start demanding upgrades.
He doesn’t empty entire feeders like Cyril used to.
He doesn’t sit on the roof demanding service like the Magpie Air Force.No. Maurice has class.He usually arrives around 7:30am, after the main rush has died down. He slips out from his little hole, has a polite nibble of whatever the squirrels left behind, takes a dignified sip from the littlies’ birdbath, and then disappears again without any fuss.He’s on the executive breakfast plan.He gets the leftovers from the Walters, the occasional dropped sunflower heart, and sometimes a tiny piece of cat food that Felicity leaves behind when she’s feeling generous.Alex once pointed out his hole and said “Oh look, there’s a mouse hole!” in the sweetest voice, clearly thinking it was a problem to be solved.I just smiled and said, “A mouse, you say? Well, I never…”Inside I was thinking: Bless you, Alex. Maurice has better room service than most hotels.He’s very well behaved. No chewing through cables, no midnight raids inside the house (yet). Just a quiet, civilised gentleman who knows when the café is open and respects the schedule.I’ve started leaving a tiny pinch of seed near his hole as a loyalty reward.Because even the smallest customers deserve good service.Welcome to the executive tier, Maurice.Just don’t tell the magpies — they’ll start demanding upgrades.
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