Goddamn cats brought a rat in this morning! I heard skittering in the dining room, like they were chasing something.
Big sigh, put down coffee, go downstairs, they're both staring under the dining table. Shut the door to the rest of the house while wondering wtf it is this time.
Whatever it is makes a break for the cellar door corner, then back under the table, right, not a mouse so probably a frog. OK, frog we can deal with.
Move stuff out the way, crouch and look under table, see rat blinking at me. Realise what I thought was a coil of cable is its tail.
Sigh, go and open back door, plug gaps (cellar door, corner near washing machine) with boxes, find foam pad, cautiously poke rat until it makes a break for it straight into George.
Watch as George leaps magnificently for the rat and misses completely. Rat bolts for the kitchen and outside into the bushes, both cats in tow.
Sigh again, pull dining table out, fetch cleaning wipes, spend much time cleaning the floor and cursing cats.
Afternoon plans with mum revised to, she is coming to pick me up and take me back to her house. I have warned her I will probably nap as I spent all today’s spoons and some of tomorrow’s dealing with a rat.
Bastard grotty cats now sleeping on my bed. Cat flap will be shut before i go out. Would rather deal with litter tray than potential rats when i get home again later.
I am taking my sock knitting with me though.
And probably my vog mask thinking about it, we have to go through Countryside to get from here to my mum’s.