Tuesday, July 04, 2006
There was a rat dancing on the top of the toilet tank this morning. It waved its tail at me in the most cheeky manner, took a casual look around, and then went to sit behind the tank.
I dived straight into the bedroom and woke up Au. "There's a rat in the bathroom," I said shaking his shoulder. Instead of leaping into action, Au yawned and rolled over. Thinking he hadn't heard me I told him again but Au merely shut his eyes tight, put a paw over his face and dozed off again. He had been out all night and he was exhausted, his posture implied.
Determined to show him his duty, I picked Au up, and pointed to the intruder's hiding place. Au sniffed, looked at me as though I was barking and went back to bed. As Scoop had gone out for an early morning walk and was nowhere to be found there was only one thing to do: I had a shower with the rat in situ.
Cats might be among nature's top predators, but one thing's for sure: putting a sleepy cat to work is a sheer impossibility.
Note: The sleepy cat in bed is Qwill who lives in Madrid with my mum, Norma