- There is, quite literally, a rat in my kitchen. What am I gonna do? #
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Henry and Ron had been showing particular interest in the shelves in the kitchen for a couple of days. We put this down to an unfortunate frog/toad-related incident on Tuesday night which I haven’t had time to tell you about yet.
However, on Friday night, as I sat watching mindless television while stuffed up with flu, I swore I heard Pete say “there’s a rat in the kitchen”. Obviously, I was hallucinating. But no .. he did say it. And when I went to look, I could see its bright beady eyes and little black nose where it was perched behind the spice rack on the worktop. This is marginally better than Pete’s first encounter with it a couple of minutes earlier, which was when he lifted up the big soup mug from the draining board and found the rat (admittedly smallish, but still – a rat ..) underneath it! The rat scuttled off and took refuge behind the spice rack.
We weren’t sure what to do – it wasn’t very big, but they can bite, and we couldn’t have got hold of it anyway without dismantling things, by which time it would be off. By the time we’d discussed it, the rat had taken steps to relocate itself behind the washing machine.
All five cats seem totally disinterested – even Lilith, who is a prodigious ratter. This morning, two days later, I can hear the bloody creature scuttling about under the kitchen cupboards, which is quite creepy. Not quite sure what to do next …
- spotted cats delivered to the vet for second injections with no trauma involved to any party – amazing #
- Another dead shrew last night, outside the kitchen door. Which is odd, as all the cats came in through the patio door last night, shrewless. #
- I have two cats on my desk. #
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I think we can safely say, at last, that the cats are no longer using litter trays. This is the first time in our 12 years of joint cat ownership that we haven’t needed trays, and we’re not about to get rid of them just in case it’s a flash in the pan (as it were).
They haven’t been used in three weeks, though, which is a very good sign. However, as we are moving house shortly, I think we’ll keep them going for a while, until the Tribe find new places to do their business,
- 4rrrrrrrrrr #
- [ that was Ron, keyboard dancing; he opened up my recycle bin too, which may have been a comment. On something. ] #
- home to a small dead shrew, and a puddle in the kitchen. #
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- Henry is sitting on my desk, shredding a piece of kitchen paper. This is not going to end well. #
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We are moving house soon, and have to empty the freezers. Upon investigating the Freezer Under the Stairs at the weekend, I found a sealed plastic bag of what looked very like liver, presumably obtained as part of the half a salt marsh lamb we bought a while back. Now, I like liver, particularly lamb’s liver, but ‘im indoors does not. And as we have masses of stuff to eat, I thought I might give it to the cats. Iggy, Lilith and Mustrum were in the kitchen when I started cutting it up, and expressed great interest, but turned up their collective nose at the raw meat when offered. So I bunged it in a pan with a bit of water, cooked it for about 13 minutes, then let it cool and chopped it small, and offered it for their delectation. Nom, nom and indeed nom. We knew EnRon would like it, as they had disposed of the Xmyth goose innards with great enjoyment, but the older chaps loved it too. I might start doing them a bit of liver once a week, because they seem to have mostly gone off canned food, for some reason.
I was bottling a load of home made wine the other evening, using up the new bottles I bought when we ran out.
Being extremely fond of cardboard, as soon as there was a suitably sized gap, Iggy placed himself upon it and complained loudly until all the bottled were removed. Then he curled up and slept on the cardboard for some time, rendering the chopping board utterly useless.
Result, really.
Not often we see Iggy and Mustrum together at the trough* – yesterday’s trip to the vet must have been more traumatic than we thought.
*Unlike Ron, who’s rarely away from the food bowls
[just like buses - you get no posts for ages, then three come along at once]
We were away at the weekend – not for long, just a flying visit to Yorkshire to inspect our new home. We left at 7 a.m. on Friday and were home by 5 p.m. on Saturday, and Rob the Catsitter popped in on Friday night so the beasts were not unattended.
But Henry really likes his Blobs to stay where they’re put; as soon as I put my key in the lock on Saturday there he was, bounding down the stairs, squeaking away, and he’s been quite clingy ever since; watching out for us when we go out of the house and so forth.
Today he’s been sleeping on the bed, which he rarely does, but I think he wants to be upstairs to keep an eye on us. Ron has today taken to sleeping on the laundry basket – a bit disconcerting when I tried to lift the lid to put some stuff in there (it’s under some shirts on a clothes rail).
Perhaps it’s just the autumnal weather, but I think they need a bit of reassurance, bless them. Their house is being slowly dismantled round them, and they’re unsettled.