…not for the squeamish!
The Cat who sometimes lives with us (how can I call it OUR cat after I've witnessed his tarty behaviour first-hand?) earned his keep the other day. I just wish he hadn't felt it necessary to bring the proof into the house.
He just trotted through the conservatory, bold as brass and brazen with it carrying a rat. A dead rat. If I hadn't yelled AGHHHHH, WHAT'S THAT DANGLING FROM THE CAT'S MOUTH? Cat would have taken his prize, well, who knows where!
Looking a little nonplussed, he dashed outside, dropped the corpse and scarpered, leaving me to deal with the deceased. Actually, I'm not very knowledgeable on matters rodent, so I thought it was just a big mouse.
Maybe it was.
Judge for yourself……