Despite my best efforts, I’ve yet to convince my cats that I don’t require feeding. One of them left me this little mouse on my back porch a few days ago as a midweek treat. Now, normally I would give him a proper mousy funeral and bury him beneath the leaves behind the fence – but I’ve been reading letters by Beatrix Potter recently and I’ve been impressed that all of her illustration are a result of observational drawing. She owned pet rabbits, mice and hedgehogs, and even bought a squirrel in order to illustrate her characters. That’s dedication. So when I saw this mouse lying at my door, I couldn’t help but grab my sketchbook. I figured he wouldn’t mind being immortalized in a few studies. And the chance at a subject who wouldn’t move was just too good to pass up.