Not a rat
Squirrels. Evidently, a crack team of alpha squirrels invaded the house this morning, waking Butch but not the lazy, lazy cats. Furious scrabbling on the roof, then across the ceiling and down the walls, then an indignant squeak, loud chatter, and more scrabbling as the team beat a hasty retreat. Butch looked out the window just in time to see the buggers leaping off the roof and into the yard, where they chased each other and brawled like drunken frat boys.
Evidently, the sonic pest chaser that Butch installed downstairs proved unpleasant to their tender ears. And they're ticked. And since they couldn't figure out why their clubhouse was now spoilt, they took it out on each other. Heh. I am almost sorry to have missed it. Almost.
Evidently, the sonic pest chaser that Butch installed downstairs proved unpleasant to their tender ears. And they're ticked. And since they couldn't figure out why their clubhouse was now spoilt, they took it out on each other. Heh. I am almost sorry to have missed it. Almost.