I don’t have a cat-killed-rat story for this week, and I am thankful for that.
I did have one last week, but I am thankful for that one too. I had to clean up the innards of a dismantled rat. But the innards and back half of the rat were on my porch. I don’t know where the front half was, but I was thankful that none of it was in my house.
Because the week before, I had quite the cat-killed-rat ordeal.
As I loaded clothes into the washing machine before the crack of dawn, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. No biggie, I thought, I just turned on the light, I’m out on the porch, I have sleep in my eyes, nothing is really there. Well, within ten seconds I knew that wasn’t the case. Cali, the cat I am watching for the year, had followed me out and had a good-sized rat captured. Yay!
BUT, the screen door still hadn’t closed. Cali rushed in the house with said rat. I finished loading the clothes and then very hesitantly went to find her. That wasn’t so hard because I just had to follow the blood drops. She’d taken into the bathroom and was protecting it. So, I stepped in with a plastic bag and shut the door. I wanted to get the rat, and I didn’t want her to leave with it before that. (I was so, so, so afraid at this point that she was going to take it under my bed.) But there was no getting that rat from her. She just wanted to play with it. She flung it around…it’s body and tail just limply flying through the air. I chose to leave and let her get her fill of play because the tail got way too close to me. I tried to do normal morning stuff, but really I was just thinking about that rat and cat in my bathroom.
When I had done all I could and really just need to take a shower, I let Cali out and made sure she promptly left the house completely. If she had eaten it, I didn’t want any of it coming back up in my house. I walked in the bathroom, which had bits of fur and blood all about. I couldn’t find the rat and decided maybe she had eaten it. Well, I thought that until I saw cat footprints all the toilet seat. Yep, the rat was in the toilet. And thus, the whole story ended with me fishing a urine-soaked rat out of a toilet and bleaching just about everything in the house.