He was a real louse
The cats knew that
Because he was a RAT!
I am still suffering from Post Traumatic Syndrome, nightmares and not going into the garage. Last week we had a mouse in our house. I have never had a mouse in my house before and I did not do well with the encounter especially when we discovered the mouse was a rat!
I don’t like rodents, which include in my mind chipmunks, squirrels, guinea pigs, hamsters and of course rats and mice. None of these creatures in my opinion should be made into pets. I am a cat or dog as a pet kind of woman.
When my husband’s niece was about 5, her Mother thought she should designate care for her child if she died. She told us we were not picked because her daughter loved her pet rat and she knew my feelings on rodents. As an adult the niece has a dog.
A good friend of mine’s son when he was around 6 had some rodent pets and iguanas. The little pisser would hold some rodent like animal and talk to me teasing me. As an adult he has refined his teasing with the ability to tell a hilarious story.
So what I am documenting in the above examples is my dislike for mice and rats is not something new! My anxiety went through the roof when my husband said, “I think we have a mouse. I think he went into the heating duct system. I’m going to the store to get traps.” He said it in the same tone as if he was mentioning running to the store after noticing we were out of eggs.
I was at my desk when the mouse pushed open the vent cover and ran into the room. I screamed and if I was more agile I would have jumped onto my desk! To make a long story shorter it took us 6 days to get the mouse that turned out to be a rat out of the house. My husband had him cornered and had to take out the dishwasher to get to him. Assisted with brooms like a hockey players, we got him outside through the garage.