You may recall quite some time ago our attic was invaded by a One-Eyed Troll with a Peg Leg. I’m not sure if it’s good news or not, but Leo and Junior did their duty this morning to make sure that no new trolls were able to make it to the attic. For squeamish readers, you’ll want to stop reading now.
I walked out the back door to garden this morning. Leo was playing with something on the back porch. He is always tossing something about with great abandon and glee. Only this morning…it was a headless juvenile rat. What???? Is that really necessary, cat??? I mean, really????
He tossed it in the air, rolled it around…and I slammed the back door closed. No way was he bringing that thing in my house. Not in this lifetime. Not that he had time to notice me. He was too busy frolicking with his…toy.
Disgusted, I went to the garden, but kept an eye on him and Junior. Okay. They started to eat the thing. OHMY–ICK!
What if it had been poisoned!!! Someone was going to have to take that thing away from them because it could be dangerous!
“HUSBAND!!!!” I ran inside (shutting the door behind me). “I need your help. Junior is eating a rat and what if it’s–”
“It’s a small one and what if it’s been poisoned? I think we should get it away from him.”
And we all know who “we” is.
“I’ll get a plastic bag,” I offered. “There are gloves on the stand in back.” The truth is, I’ll kill them without hesitation, but disposal of a headless rat?
“I need my shoes,” he muttered.
By the time we got outside, half the thing was…gone. ICK. Seriously, cats? WE FEED YOU. And I appreciate that you’re, uhm, keeping the house free and clear of the things, but couldn’t you just bury it in the ditch??? Or…something, elsewhere??? GAH!
It’s been disposed of. I’m mostly grateful to the cats for keeping the area free and clear of vermin. And I’m REALLY grateful no part of that thing made its way inside on its own or as a prized toy by either feline. Luckily they are greedy. They don’t believe in bringing me gifts and that is just fine by me. Ick.