proudly beside the rat (which was petrified). And the other cats (I think we had eight at the time) didn't even notice the rat until I did and gasped.
My gasp released the rat from its petrified state and it scampered across the room into a hiding place. The other cats were intrigued and followed to sniff curiously after it.
I thought that rat was history very shortly. After all, we did have eight cats and some of them were master class ratters. I was wrong. The cats tend to use the inside of the house as neutral territory...(ollie, ollie, all in free!)
The first night, the rat found refuge in the main beam of a solarflex (or whatever the heck it's called). Then it made its way to my son's bedroom where it stayed for a couple of hours. It made its way into the master bedroom loft where we placed one of those humane traps... and for a whole night, we heard a click, click, click as it tried and succeeded in opening the trap to get the peanut butter out without getting itself into the trap.
Three weeks, a whole bag of rat poison (which it ate in one sitting) and a plastic cereal storage jar later, and we trapped the little bugger (which was really kind of cute) in the cereal jar and released it into the wild.
Rats are really very smart animals. Were they not so freakin' dirty and prolific, they would probably make great pets.
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