Good wishes to our Ann for today and the many more comfortable ones that will follow. 
The three have become four. I'm shocked. What on earth is going on? At the first sign of anything untoward in our kitchen, the causer of any disruption will need to make a hasty exit. After all these years of camaraderie, us lot refuse to permit trouble makers. So there.
The vole (not mees) entered the humane trap mid evening and was taken into the garden. Today, as MacSporran was about to put the shopping bag away, who should be sitting in the bottom...the vole. Out it went yet again.
I remarked on life carrying on in much the same way when Rory the fierce black cat lived with us. MacS awoke one night to see Rory sitting on the edge of the sofa watching a mouse/vole (whatever) scamper around the sitting room. He didn't budge a fraction of an inch. In fact, he yawned, turned around twice and went back to sleep. 
Talking of Rory, he would sit on the doorstep and the birds would peck around almost under his nose for fallen bird seed. He showed no interest in them, or they in him.