The Cheese Stands Alone

When we gave Hunter his name, we didn't know it at the time, but it fits him perfectly. Even without front claws, he is a mighty predator. He frequently bring his "prizes" up to the house to impress us. Usually these are small little field mice.

Yesterday evening when Bob and Frank came home from football practice, they informed me that Hunter had a dead "mouse" on the porch and I needed to get rid of it. At first I whinned "That's a MAN job." But Bob was exhausted and hadn't eaten yet. And I'd already finished my dinner. Then I decided maybe it was a "BOY" job. But Frank too had just come in from practice and hadn't eaten yet.

So I got out my Towanda suite and preceeded to take care of the "matter". I took my styrofoam plate that I'd just used for dinner and my used fork out onto the front porch. There I found...not a tiny little field mouse, but a RAT that was about 8 inches long not including the tail. I poked it with the fork a couple of times to make sure that it was good and dead. Then I proceeded to shovel it onto the plate among the remains of my Mac n Cheese and Weiners we'd had for dinner. Then I carried it off to the trash can.

I didn't really think much about it...after all I was taking care of business....until I saw my neighbor watching me. Hmmm...maybe it didn't look too good for me to be walking around with a dead rat on my dinner plate and a fork in my other hand. LOL. Oh well.

The cat ate the rat....the cat ate the rat...hi ho the derio..the cat ate the rat. The cheese stands alone...the cheese stands alone.....