Mollie always managed to express her distaste for being left 'home alone' one way or another. Her usual tactic is to go on a killing spree, leaving mainly dead mice in her wake. This time was no exception. She left a large dead vole on the front drive. It must have been killed on day one. It was in a bad state. Yuk.
She was a bit sulky when we returned. We unpacked the caravan first. Then we discovered that the electricity was off, probably during one of the electrical storms, so we had to dispose of six black sacks of defrosted food from both the fridge and the freezer. Then finally we tried to find her to feed her and she was having a nap next to her concrete friend. I think she might have been trying to tell us something!