If it's not Monty keeping us awake in the wee small hours, it's one of the cats ....
Pip brought in a vole. First he played with it noisily in the hallway, then he brought it into the bedroom and started putting it for safe keeping in one of my shoes and then taking it out and tossing it into the air. During one such toss, it hit the plastic bottle of water on my bedside table. Anyway after that, Pip lost his vole and search as he may, he couldn't find it. He gave up.
Many hours later, I emerged from the shower and went into the bedroom to get dressed. There was the wee vole on the carpet. I was wet, with no clothes nor glasses on but I caught the vole under the wastepaper basket and left it there whilst I dried my hair and myself and got dressed.
Later OH came in and managed to get the vole and the wastepaper basket outside so he could set it free. It was seemingly unharmed, but must have been so scared, poor thing. During all this, a puppy and two cats were wandering around aimlessly.
I told OH that David Attenborough would have been proud of him - praise indeed!
Pip, whose responsibility the vole was, did get a reprimand.