Appropriate but unwanted gift
Today is the feast day of St. Servatius, according to my Forgotten English 366-day calendar (a gift this past Christmas). He is, among other things I'm sure, a patron of rat-catchers.
I opened the front door this morning to let out FuzzBuzz and found that Mr. Whiskers had left an offering of a mouse--or possibly a vole, but I didn't want to examine it too closely. Fortunately, we have no rats around. (No offense, nellorat. I am talking about the wild, unsafe, nasty sort of rat, not sweet little ratties such as your own.)
I wonder how he knew. And I hope there are no other similar "special occasions" looming.
I opened the front door this morning to let out FuzzBuzz and found that Mr. Whiskers had left an offering of a mouse--or possibly a vole, but I didn't want to examine it too closely. Fortunately, we have no rats around. (No offense, nellorat. I am talking about the wild, unsafe, nasty sort of rat, not sweet little ratties such as your own.)
I wonder how he knew. And I hope there are no other similar "special occasions" looming.