The end of the tale
Ambled into my kitchen to make coffee and met the rodent.He wasn't looking at all well. The cat, ever hopeful of a midnight snack, followed me in the kitchen, saw the rodent, and wandered over to have a look.
I left the kitchen. (Bear in mind I do know the cat has never, in 14 years, eaten so much as a nibble of any of his catches)
The cat then appeared in the hall, looking undecided, gingerly holding it in his mouth.
Take it outside, I said.
Cat instead went upstairs. I bravely followed. Can't find either of them.
So I'm here for the night. What we gonna talk about, chaps?
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Xena!!
I woke to the sound of shuffling in the bedroom and there he was, slaughtering a mole. There were blood splatters and innards everywhere!
I lost the will to live that night
Ps...always laugh with, not at you!
House rabbit doesn't need walkies, is more affectionate than a cat - I may be looking into that myself.
My sister woke one night to scrabbling on the pillow - her cat had brought her a half-crippled present. THAT would be a final straw!
I mean just LOOK at this cross-section of the most recent comments.
Oh, okay, that pic is really small. Well, it's just me. Chatting away to myself like a loon.