The Actual Death of Rats

[akirlu]

Contrary to whatever you may have heard from Terry Pratchett, the Death of Rats is fluffy, green-eyed, unkempt, with black-and-mahogany guard hairs and a fuzzy, grayish undercoat. The Death of Rats lives with me.

Tinka was put out at being left home alone all weekend. She's been dubious about the cat tuna ever since we got home, and around midnight last night I opened the front door in response to plaintive kitty wails to find a glossy, medium-sized rat -- easily a third to half of Tinka's own mass -- laid out neatly on the welcome mat, its eyes still dewy and clear, like very fresh fish.

The good news, if you can call it that, is that Tink continues to be a good ratter. The less good news is that there are rats to be had. I really must have a chat with the rental office about more frequent garbage collection.

Comments

[shelleybear.livejournal.com]

I'm impressed.
Seriously, rats are VERY fast and can usually inflict heavy damage on whatever attacks them.

[akirlu.livejournal.com]

Yeah, she's quite the prodigous murderer, is our little fluffball. This is nowhere near her first rat, and she also gets squirrels -- speaking of rodents who can usually inflict a lot of reciprocal damage. The largest prey she's brought us so far was a young woodland rabbit.

Tinka seems to have spent some amount of time living by her wits before she returned to housecat status, and clearly she used the time to polish her skills.