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Ratting [Oct. 26th, 2017|09:45 am]
Tony Grist
The cat sat on the garden bench watching the rats and I stood to the side and watched the rats and the cat watching the rats. We both kept very still. I enjoyed watching the rats; they were young rats and they were climbing things and hopping about in the long grass round the bird feeder and venturing out onto the path within pouncing distance of the cat. I kept waiting for him to make his move- and eventually he did- but only after the rats had moved off somewhere else. What he did was descend from his perch in a leisurely fashion, stroll to where the rats had been and then make a couple of pounces in the direction of something I'm pretty certain wasn't there. 

[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2017-10-26 12:30 pm (UTC)
Why go hunting things with teeth when meals are served regularly from foil packets?
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[User Picture]From: matrixmann
2017-10-26 12:49 pm (UTC)
Sacred laziness...
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[User Picture]From: heleninwales
2017-10-27 03:25 pm (UTC)
Our cats used to hunt for fun. They had their breakfasts and dinners served regularly, but they just liked murdering things. They only ate the short tailed voles. Voles were OK and didn't make them sick, unlike mice. Shrews they never ate, or moles. Our Siamese would also kill rats when we lived out in the countryside and had an outbuilding where we kept the food for the ponies and goats, but Fluffy specialised in moles for some reason. It did help keep the grass free from molehills.
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