Sush, better late than never, dug the rat/mouse from under the sofa this morning. I wrestled her for it. It was comatose, but possibly not dead still being warm. Ghaar!
I flung it off the terrace into the street. And photographed it from a distance. It’s definitely dead now. A car has just run it over.
Sush is not pleased and hunting for it. She actually hissed at me. I am definitely not moving any more furniture around. If the two disposed of were parents, JD can deal with the offspring on her return.