aaarggghhh!

See this adorable fluffy little creature? No I'm afraid I don't. I see a lean, mean killing machine named Mollie.

We've always pandered to her hatred of Catteries and bribed someone to come in daily and feed her when we go away. After all, she sleeps all day and prowls at night.

One year there was a family of mice laid out on the driveway for our return (gee thanks!). This year I have just uncovered (my nose did the detective work) the largest, most deadest, most disgustingest, creature underneath the computer table, ugh ugh ugh.

It's either a mouse on steroids or a rat, either way it's going nowhere til Mr H gets home!

Next year she is going to the Cattery.