I bailed on church… fifteen minutes before I had to leave I got a message on the wind telling me to stay put and await developments. Developments were more or less immediate…. ScaryClown and then Keith phoned, so my posse and I ate brunch at the Heritage. Yummy as usual… ran into Glenn from church so that was all very recursive. Anyway, as Jeff and I were on our way out the door we noted a dead rat on the back deck – young, headless and male – and as we came back in, no rat.
So, where the heck is it? We may not know until it starts to smell. The joys of having a cat door.
Gizmo is getting sicker and sicker, but he has good days and bad days, and as today had some rat in it, it’s probably a good day by cat standards. Jeff will update with a post in due course.
Jeff has taken to calling me Miss Organized. He is being sarcastic. I think I’m doing okay considering how tired and sad I am most of the time these days, but I really shouldn’t have left the chicken out of the fridge. Point taken…