A bon chat, bon rat

Just like pre-baked jacket potatoes, cycling superhighways and selfie sticks, outdoor sofas are one of those things that seem like a good idea at the time. But, if you have a cat, you may need to rethink your plans to get one. Outdoor sofas can get covered in all sorts of undesirable matter: paw prints, cat hair, dead rats, that kind of thing. And guess which one of the three greeted Cat Daddy this morning, when he went outside to enjoy his first cup of tea of the day?

When he broke the happy news to me, for some reason I felt the need to go and look to make sure he was telling the truth. He was. There, on his favourite spot on the sofa, was a large, curly-haired (nope, neither have we), 3-legged rat.

(Don’t worry: Cat Daddy found the other leg later.)

There was also evidence that a fox had been in Le Jardin but, from what I have learned about foxes’ hunting habits during the 5+ solid hours that I have since spent Googling the subject, leaving prey behind on a raised rostrum isn’t their style. Although it’s quite possible that a fox killed the rat, the podium presentation has Louis Catorze written all over it.

Whilst I shrank into a corner, weeping quietly and rocking back and forth, Cat Daddy remained admirably stoical as he grabbed the gloves, spade and bin bags. I would dispute his theory that “if Louis Catorze had really done it, he would have brought the rat indoors.” No: he didn’t bring it indoors because he COULDN’T (although I bet he gave it his best shot). This thing was at least 30cm long from nose to tail, and probably a good 1/3 of the little sod’s own body weight. And it certainly explains why he was curiously absent for much of last night instead of snuggling up with us and watching the heptathlon and the long jump.

So the outdoor sofa cushion covers are drying outside and our bed linen is next, because we doubt that notre ami mutuel washed his paws this morning before tricking us into unsuspecting bed cuddles.

Here he is, looking very sorry for all the bother he has caused, with stuff on his face that I really hope are cobwebs but I expect they are some sort of nasty rat granules.

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15 thoughts on “A bon chat, bon rat

    1. Had to be slick or pass himself off as intimidating to steal it. However he got it he got the prize in the end. Appears he doesn’t need to be big if he’s clever!

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  1. Think yourself lucky, I came home from work one day to find a sodding great rat in the middle of the living room. It looked, for all intensive purposes to be asleep. On closer inspection I found a very neat bite mark at the back of it’s neck. Arthur, now long since passed himself, wandered in as if butter wouldn’t melt and sat down with a decidedly smug look on his face which proclaimed quite clearly “I did that”. Arthur was a big cat mind but taking down a full grown brown rat is still some achievement.

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      1. That would be a Mecca-worthy journey. It’s time I visited all the relatives in Ireland and England anyway. But can’t leave the homestead for now for reasons you know…so the next best thing is to have you and the CD visit here…Catorze wouldn’t like the journey I’m sure nor the quarantine so will have to leave it to visiting him during the Le Roi Hajj.

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