Yuck, a RAT!

I was in the back yard running the weed eater a day or so ago, when I noticed movement in the grass. Upon closer inspection I discovered that it was a RAT!

I'm sure it was a cute rat but That's not what I saw.

I saw a horrible, bloodthirsty scary rat!

One that was fiendish and who wanted to rip off my face with it's teeth.

In reality the rat was probably like "what?" when it saw me but I didn't take it that way.

I'm not a mean person and I don't like killing things (except for mosquito's and flies and maybe a couple of million ants) so I didn't necessarily want to murder the rat with my weed eater, I just wanted it to pack it's bags and go away. To Outer Mongolia or somewhere like that.

After I finished hopping around and rubbing myself raw from the heebie jeebies I went into the house and got all 3 cats so they could convince the rat to move away.

One cat is too chicken to do anything with a rat. Or bird, or flea. She's Pork Chop.

Another cat is an aspiring hunter but she's getting a bit too fat and a little long in the tooth for safaris.

Little kitten Noodle would like to hunt but she's still a bit uncoordinated and only slightly larger than the rat.

And, Noodle was getting a sip of water out of my fish pond and fell in so she couldn't be bothered with slaying vermin. She had to perfect her back stroke. And keep from being eaten by the 6 goldfish. She had major trauma, people.

Once I bring Lucille the dog back from the little house in the woods, I'm going to put her on the scent of the rat and see how she does in the rat relocation business. I feel badly for traumatizing a little critter that only wants to survive (and chew wires and destroy pieces of my home and have 10,000 babies) but I can't have it living with me. We have enough pets thankyouverymuch.