Pete and I were reading in bed last night, and there was a sort of scrabbling from under the bed. Kittins do scrabble, of course, but there seemed somehow to be a more concentrated aspect to this than usual.
So Pete got out and had a look. And found a rat. Dead, thankfully, but not for long, as it hadn’t stiffened up. Also thankfully, it was intact, despite Ron and Henry’s best efforts to open it. Pete has disposed of it.
A rat in February seems quite odd, and they certainly didn’t catch it themselves. We can only surmise that Aunt Lilith brought it in for them, as she is the only cat we have now who rats (as far as we know, of course). Perhaps she has commenced some sort of training regime.
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With your title of the post, for a brief moment, I imagined Ron and Henry playing Scrabble under the bed. 😀
Lucky you found it then. I once caught Fennel gnawing on Mouse Jerky, home-made by mummification behind the bookshelves for a winter.
I think we would have noticed a decomposing rat under our bed before it got to mummification status.
Dessicated frogs – now, those we can do. And a mouse in a computer, literally – the cover was off, and it crawled (or was chased) in and died.