Despite lugging around a bell louder than that which deafened Quasimodo, Harley has been out hunting.
Three mornings ago I awoke to find three rats, each as large as my little murderer, all neatly laid out by the back door.
On Friday there was another - or a part of it. The rest was outside the front door where he'd barfed it up, and ever since Harley has been unhappy. Not as unhappy, I'll wager, as the unfortunate rodents but definitely not his usual self.
He's still refusing to eat, preferring to sleep and mooch about the house, glaring at me as it if was all my fault. The closest thing I ever get to eating rats are the kebabs I sometimes foolishly buy at the local shop when I'm too hungry to know better.
Oh poor Harvey I hope he is OK. We've been plagued with rats this year – I’m happy for them to live outside but not when they try to get in the house. Perhaps we could borrow Harvey when he is feeling more like his old self. I'm off on my holidays shortly so I will wish you a Very Happy Christmas and New Year. See you in 2016.
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ReplyDeleteUck. Poor thing. Hope he's much better.
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