They're a disgrace to their species

I am not impressed ;-)

There it was, in the garden, at the foot of the tree where all the bird
feeding stations are...

a rat.

a large, well-fed rat.

a large well-fed rat which ignored me and got on nibbling bits of seed that
had dropped form the bird feeders.

I put Francis in the garden and said, "do your stuff" whilst I pointed at
the rat.

Francis looked at me, yawned, ignored rat and rat ignored Francis.

Marina...

John F. Eldredge...

Perhaps the cats decided that the rat was larger than they cared to
tackle?

Back while I was still living with my parents, l looked down at the
floor one night and found that a mouse was under the kitchen table,
finding and eating crumbs. I pointed this out to my parents, and my
mother called our cat into the kitchen. The cat walked past the mouse
without either one of them noticing the other, went to her food dish,
and looked up expectantly. I had to pick the cat up and turn her
around before she noticed the mouse. The cat then pounced on the
mouse and dispatched it with a single bite to the neck. I don't think
the mouse ever knew the cat was there.

So I got Marble.

Put Marble in garden with Francis.

I said, "go boys! do your stuff!" I pointed at the rat again.

Marble meowed pathetically and nose-touched Francis. Francis yawned. Both
ignored the rat and the rat ignored them.

Marina...

I got Waffles.

Put Waffles in garden.

I said, "Go! Go, Mighty Huntress and show those pathetic objects how it's
done" and I pointed to the rat... again.

dnr...

Long ago, I singlehandedly dispatched a large rat with a broom handle
while he had spreadeagled himself in my toilet in a "last-stand" maneuver
(if you can picture that)...flushing didn't work; he was too big; it was
just
giving him a shower in there....he was glaring at me the whole time. I
was forced to use brute force - shall we say, as they do autopsy-wise,
he was killed by "blunt trauma". All this battle while my middle-aged
girlcat hung on with all 20 claws to my right trouser-leg at thigh level!

Marina...

ROFL!

Adrian A...

LOL, count the claws, there only eighteen, unless the cat is a polydactyl.

dnr...

Heh, of course you're right, Adrian, she only had 4 on rear paws....it
felt, as I recall, like 50 or so digging into my leg at the time. We did
have a Hemingway recently (now RB) polydactyl but she had 6 toes
on each front paw and only 5 on the back ones. That cat of the rat
saga was also terrified of large palmetto bugs....which were much
less effort to get rid of.

The Mighty Huntress stretched, yawned and then wound herself round my legs.
The Mighty Huntress ignored the rat and the rat gave me the finger.

Marina...

LOL! Tell the lazy so-and-sos their Anti Marina is very disappointed in
them (and then give them all a scritch from me).

I am not impressed.

The next time these lying felines tell me they have not been fed for six
months and are about to expire due to hunger, I shall remind them that I
simply do not believe them.

Cheers, helen s

polonca12000...

Great story, Helen, thanks for the laugh!
Best wishes,
Polonca and Soncek

Suz...

Its so hard to find good help these days ;o)
Suz&Spicey