The Wifely Unit shut the Tee Vee off and went to bed about a half an hour ago, a little after 1 A.M..
I was outside having a smoke so she opened the front door to tell me good night and the little Murder Princess came sprinting out the door around her. That fucking cat must go in and out of the house thirty fucking times a day, at least.
I finished my smoke, came back in and sat down to enjoy some peace and quiet without that motherfucking Squawk Box blaring at me for once.
Probably fifteen minutes later, here she comes all panicked about some damn thing, waving her arms , motioning for me to come look at something but not saying anything.
I take the headphones off, set the laptop down, sit the recliner up and ask her why she can’t just fucking tell me what she wants?
She motions over around the corner and all at once I recognize she is in Bug Mode.
Usually there is a spider or some fucking thing she wants me to dispose of when she starts acting like that.
Wasn’t a bug this time.
That ain’t no little mouse.
That is a Good Democrat.
A Big One.
She swore it wasn’t there when she went to bed but when she got back up and came out of the bedroom she saw something laying there and thought it was a sock.
Until she bent over to pick it up.
That’s when she come to me waving her arms.
The Murder Princess is a smallish cat and that rat is at least 1/4 her body size and weight easily. She has long hair so she is just a little cutie but if you got that puff ball wet there wouldn’t be a whole lot of cat there.
She is a Killing Machine that one. She must have slipped it by us when she come in through the back slider earlier that the wife keeps open all damn day.
So out to the garage to get my Varmint Fetchers again.
I have a small pair of Needle Nose pliers that I keep handy just for this little chore. It works good for grabbing dead critters by the tail or leg or whatever is left so I can take it out and dump it in the garbage can.