When the cat’s away, the mice come out to play. And worse.
Even in a city, I’m continually astonished at the proliferation of fauna literally on the doorstep. And under the floor. The cat does a sterling job keeping them at bay, but when she went into feline hospital, they had a field day. Or should I say a garden day.
En route to the newsagent I spied – under a neighbour’s car – a whopping big rat. The thing was damn near the size of a squirrel! I’d always scoffed at those claims that you’re never more than 5 feet away from a rat, but not any more. The good news was that once my Sooty got back on her feet she was back on the job too. And I soon made a grisly discovery – the afore mentioned rat, with a gaping big red hole where its head should be!