Here's just one of the four delightful visions of rodent carnage which greeted me earlier this morning. The poor, little, blind bastard of a mole didn't seem to stand much of a chance against the rather clumsy Ninja skills of DogCat who, though a little slow now and then, seems to have single-handedly (or pawedly) fought back a major offensive of the rodents who had lain siege to the house.
It seems as though he propped up this little item of early-morning death in the crack here as a sort of warning to any others foolish enough to attempt another invasion.
Disturbing.
Very, very disturbing.
It must've been on hell of a night for DogCat.
So far, I've only managed to spot four fallen critters, but I've not checked all that closely. There could be several more lying dead or grievously wounded in the shrubbery along the perimeter of the yard. As it stands now, the walkway along the side of the house looks like the end result of a Somme Valley mustard gas attack.
Of course, when he came in this morning, DogCat just issued his usual grunting greeting as he headed for his food dish. It was almost as if he was saying, Dude? Do you have any idea how tough it is around here once the sun goes down? I deserve treats!--
Posted By Dan to The Wisdom of a Distracted Mind at 9/02/2007 10:15:00 AM
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