Sep 07, 2009 11:43
Put the blanket over the potatoes again last night. This morning when we got up, we noticed that it was sort of pulled back up the bed, despite there having been no wind. Himself went out to take it off and came in with a grin. There was a half-eaten rat on top of it.
Picture if you will, a white cat chasing a rat in the night garden. The rat goes; "ooh, a blanket, I'll hide!" The cat goes "ooh, a game, let's play!" Rat goes "oh crap!" Cat goes "mmm, nice warm comfy place to eat rat..."
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