Tuesday, December 13, 2005
The landlord knocked on the door and when I opened, all the kitties flew outside. Dobson went around the other side of the house and immediately ran back in with a rather decent-sized rat in his mouth.
RAN BACK INTO MY HOUSE!
The landlord and I followed him into the livingroom, and I opened the door to the porch, hoping he'd take it out there. He dropped the rat conveniently behind my purple velvet chair so it could escape behind the armoire. Oy.
I pulled the armoire away from the wall and Dobson ran around trying to find where the rat went. I called for reinforcements, but only George responded (Carmine continued his quest for the victims comrades in the greenhouse). I finally found that the rat was wedged behind a small bookshelf, no idiot he, in an attempt to head back toward the kitchen door. I moved that shelf and Dobs pulled him out and ran toward the kitchen.
Ratty escaped but had caught George's eye -- between the two cats, he didn't stand a chance.
[Dobson is currently re-enacting the chase through the livingroom and kitchen looking for the rat's shadow].
Julio, the dog, came downstairs and was intrigued by the cats' attempts to capture/kill/play with the rat -- but distracted them from their Greater Mission. Ratty made for the open door -- between the wall and the door (not too bright) but did squeek out the gap below the hinge.
George was on it -- he worried that rat around the jade plant, and after a good 20 minutes, growling at Dobs when he got too close, he had a dead rat on his paws and couldn't quite figure out what to do with it.
I finally got out the cat treats and shook the bag -- Carmine and Dobs were anxious for treaties, and even George came back to the door with an obvious conflict -- drop the rat? eat the treats? keep the rat?
Finally, I pried the rat away from him (wearing dishwashing gloves) and gave him a handful of cat treats.
Now they're back to fighting over black beans and tofu. Dobs is licking the dish and George seems to be showing Carmine a tour of where the rat battle was waged.
[I would like to add to the surreal nature of my evening by mentioning that there was a brightly lit blimp passing overhead about four times.]