Bewildering email from my mother

My mother has a habit of sending me bewildering emails. I recieved this this morning. I'm not sure what she expects me to do. Lionel was my Siamese cat who died last year. The grey fur friend is a cat who lives next door.

Hallo Mary it has been raining down here with more ethusiasum than discretion but Daddy went out and cut the grass in a dry period and as we have had little rain for two months it was all right. He was very annoyed to find three fat mice eating the potatoes he had put in the Summerhouse. This is in fact his own fault as he did put one large and fat mouse in there which he rescued from under our bed when Lionel let it go. Either this is the same mouse and friends or its decendants. The garden is inhabited by at least four cats and a visiting Kestrel during the day and a whole flock of owls by night so the Summerhouse plus potatoes must seem a natural refuge. Daddy says he likes the mice but hates the way they jump out at him and eat the potatoes. The whole thing sounds like a cross between James Thurber and Beatrice Potter the Night the Bed Fell in on Timmy Willie. I peeled the potatoes and boiled them suggesting Russell provided the mice with toothbrushes and a bowl of water to wash their paws before eating or if he did not want to share to shut your grey fur friend in for a few minutes. If he did this the mice would get up and leave. Any suggestions you have will be gratefully received.
If you would like to meet up this month I could come up on Thursday 19 November as the carpet fitter is coming on 18th and the furniture should be returning sprayed white on 20 November. I can no longer delay doing the ironing I look forward to hearing from you soon Love Mummy

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I love my mum.