Calico Cat Captures Hood Rats

A rat squeaked just as I was taking a bite of a turkey burger. Baby Girl brought it in from the back yard. Second one this week. This one was alive and squeaking like a dog’s chew toy.

Bradley screamed, “Oh my God. She got a rat.”

“Holy hell, it’s alive,” I replied.

“Quick get a broom.”

“What are you going to do with a broom? That’s a rat, not a mouse.”

“Look at it. It’s half her size.”

Baby Girl blinked at us, as if double winking, and quickly dropped her catch on the floor in front of us. We never eat at the kitchen table. The white sofa is much more comfortable, although it’s no longer white. We lifted our legs above our plates which were on two small wooden tables from which we always eat.

“Shoo!” I screamed a the rat.

The long-tailed rodent quickly turned back towards Baby Girl. The sassy calico wasn’t interested in the rat anymore.

Out came our other cat, Link– the big tabby. He’s never caught a mouse. No wonder. He simply looks at it and thinks it is like the fish in the tank, believing he is not permitted to touch or go near.

It hid behind the refrigerator for a half hour. We lost our appetites. Bradley was running around the house like a witch on a broom. I was shaking the refrigerator.

“There it went. It’s in the bedroom under the pool table. There it goes it’s under that jacket,” I said to Bradley.

“Link get away!” Bradley shouted as he slammed down the broom.

Baby Girl entered the bedroom.

“Baby Girl get out of here,” I scolded as she rubbed her multicolored fur against Bradley’s legs.

“Quick! Get something,” Bradley shouted.

“Like what?”

The only thing in that room besides the pool table is a stack of books I’m reading.

Big thick one.
Slam.

Squeak.

Bradley flushed it down the toilet. Made me sick. Now I’m afraid to read or go to the bathroom.