Never let it be said that Saturday night in the suburbs of our fine capital is boring. Round here, at least, it's filled with drama, tension and intrigue.
Look what I have crouched above the front door (I'm still trying to work out how it managed to get up there): And sitting ever so patiently below: (And I find myself humming this)
eeek! a mouse!!
ReplyDeleteNot a mouse, a Rattus Cute-us. I was hoping he would still be there this morning, I could feed him corn (rats' favorites) and we'd be friends forever.
ReplyDeleteYeah, right...
It looks more like a little native rat than the common garden type - big eyes and ears. maybe.
ReplyDeleteseepi
I was guessing teenage bog standard rat as it reminded me a lot of the rats I owned in the 80s.
ReplyDeleteBut a native rat would be even better on the cute scale.
Alas I haven't seen my little friend since Saturday night. The good news, though, is I haven't seen a little ratty carcass either so I'm guessing he managed to escape Nibbs' attentions successfully...