Honestly, I love cats, I used not to… but that’s because I wasn’t owned by one.  I have two cats, two dogs.  Tonight one of my cats decided to bring home a pet, actually into my office.  The cat brought in a rat to play with.

Well, I spent 30 minutes of running around my office, really ticking off the cat for interrupting her game, and trying to figure out how to nail this rat.  I had horror visions in my head of this rat taking up residence in one of my tower computers… it has happened before, not to me, but to a client a long time ago.  A rat got into this guys machine and was living there… it had lived there for some time judging by it’s little pile of presents… the guy brought his machine in to be fixed, it also smelled bad..  we found that the rat had been chewing on some of the power wires and the motherboard.  It wound up short circuting things, and might have gotten electrocuted, or just died by itself; it was in the computer when he brought it in. But enough of my fearful vision of my computer becoming a rat hotel… back to the story!

Cats undeniably love to catch mice and rats.  One of our cats is really fracking deadly.  She’s the best rodent catcher I have ever been around.  The other, the bigger and younger one, well she’s good at catching; just not killing.

I hate rodents.  When I was younger, my parent’s house had an infestation of roof rats in the what you may call the attic.  All night long for weeks, I would hear them running back and forth and back and forth.  It was truly annoying, and I had a lot of days in Junior High where I was very tired and irritated.  Rodents should be taken care of, permanently.

So, I’m a genius, I figure if I closed the door to the office and went to walmart to get some traps, with my luck (after buying traps of course) I would come home to find the cat had caught the rat and would be sitting with it in her mouth… flicking her tail with satisfaction.

No such luck.

I came back into the office and the cat was nowhere to be seen.  She was again playing stalker with the rat.  She had ‘cornered’ the rat under my wrist support (which now I need to burn or wash 10 times).  I set the traps, and went to work at my desk.  15 minutes later.. nothing.

I grabbed my flashlight, it’s the 6 D-cell mag-light.  And started moving stuff around… got to my wrist support and then whooosh… the rat ran across the office and stopped in between two boxes.  The cat, didn’t notice, didn’t care.. stupid cat.  I called to the cat… I quietly pointed frantically in between the boxes..   the cat looked at me and then started taking a bath..  I made that kissy noise, to get the cat’s attention.. it paused.. looked at me very briefly, and started to lick it’s other paw.

You know, I wasn’t gettng any help from the hired feline help, at all.  So, I took care of the rat.  After I was done, the cat was curious as to what was in the bag, but I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction.

She has done this before, not bringing in rats, that’s a first, but she has brought in live birds, and what freaked out my wife was she brought in what I call a moon moth.  It’s got the wing-span of your hands… ok, do this take both your hands and hold them in front of you and link your thumbs (I’m going to do it now… ok, I’m done) That’s how big this fracking moth was!  And funny enough, or sadly enough, it was still able to fly… and boy did it ever in the house.  One minute I’m enjoying reading in my office, the next thing I hear screaming in the next room and doors slamming.  But that is another story all together.

Anyone interested in taking my cat?    Naw.. couldn’t do it..