'Twas The Night Before Christmas, And Outside My House...

I was drifting off to sleep on Christmas Eve when my sister called me from the next room, telling me my cat was fighting outside. She said she heard crashes and yowls, so I had to investigate. I found Nanook at the back door with a large rat dangling from his mouth.

I am not what you would call fond of putting my hands on dead rats, and also the last time I tried to confiscate a dead rat he whipped me in the eyeball with its tail, so I asked my sister's boyfriend how he felt about dead rats. He graciously volunteered to help, and after a brief chase I grabbed the cat, he grabbed the rat, and we proceeded to play tug o war. Nanook had a surprisingly good grip on the rat, and was disgruntled about having to give up his plans of disemboweling it on my bathroom rug. My mother opened her bedroom window and voted to let him keep the rat since it was Christmas, but I did not want to spend Christmas morning cleaning up rat remains and deworming my cat. We stole the rat and threw it in the trash.

Today, I made a small rat-shaped zipper pouch to thank my sister's boyfriend for his part. He laughed. https://www.instagram.com/p/B6g1PmpDhEQ/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link