[m i a o w] the cat

As so often happens when I depart for the grey climes of the south, M gets a huge burst of energy. I think it’s from being solitary after a solid month of three different lots of visitors. Anyway. He made his own humane rat trap. We think they are bush rats and they have been dancing Irish reels in our roof for months. We compromised on the bait (or so I’m led to believe - I’m so far away he could have put anything in there and I would never know) - I suggested peanut butter and he suggested cheese. It worked. He put the cage thing in the roof and caught a mofo rat a few hours later.

So then the second stage of his evil plan went into action. M and the rat (still in it’s cage) jumped in the Humber and went for a long drive. They stopped near a large lot of land that had quite a few kangaroos hanging about and M set rat free. He thought that would be his last sight of rat - running gleefully out of the wonder-cage, but no, he waited a few minutes and glimpsed rat again, bounding over a log. He doesn’t think rat was running in the direction of our house.