Thursday, April 07, 2011
I gave suitable words of praise, petted him (a sneaky way to check he didn't have any bites) and then let him lead me to the kitchen for an extra big breakfast.
Yesterday the outside feral cats in the back lane gave me a rat too. You'd think it was my birthday or something, and I am grateful for the kind thoughts, but I'm hoping that's the end of this hunting streak for a while.
We haven't had rats in years because our old kitty Scoop was the world's best rat hunter. Even now that he has been gone for over 3 years, the rat population still hasn't recovered. However, we have construction at the end of our road, and I suspect these new marks were flushed out from their homes there.
These poor murine souls come in through a drain pipe, and don't realise they've entered the Death Zone.
I feel a bit sorry for them, but the upside is that it proves that Au is definitely feeling good. He's also smug as can be. Just look at our urban hunter's grin here.
In case you're wondering, Target missed it all as he was having a long lie. And I bet that if Boris knew, he would be kicking himself at missing all this excitement!