I tried to explain to that rat how things go around here. I tried to warn him….
Unfortunately, he didn’t listen to me, and he is apparently not afraid of my human. He doesn’t know her very well. Now any rat in its right mind wouldn’t just boldly come strutting out and touring in the middle of the day.
This guy apparently isn’t in his right mind.
The human was having a nice, peaceful coffeebreak the other day, and suddenly this idiot rat decided to come out and look at her and say hello.
She had an answer for him right away- but it wasn’t a friendly hello. I don’t know if it thought she would offer it coffee and a doughnut, or what- but if it did, it was severely disappointed. Because all of a sudden the battle was on. Coffee sat forgotten on the couch, Sushi flew out of the room (at the pace of a snail)- and I saw that human move faster than a flipping comet, while the broom did things I didn’t know it was capable of.
And still that rat sat staring at her, as if to say, “Give it up, lady. You know you can’t catch me and your cat is too fat to catch me too.”
And the rat looked at me and snickered. He knows I don’t do rats. I do mice, bugs, birds and fish.
He is a nervy little moron. Well, I didn’t feel like taking him on, because I’m saving all my energy for duck hunting at the stream. But since he laughed at me, I told him- “Dude, your days are numbered. The exterminator is coming to get you on Wednesday.”
Then his expression changed- and he ran away. But I have a feeling he’s still around here someplace. And the human won’t rest until he’s history.