Monday, August 13, 2007
Okay, this one I don't feel bad about at all. Came into the living room this morning and found a BIG dead rat lying on the mat, thanks to the cat. No messing this time. Emma has redeemed herself. (Pat the cat for the rat on the mat.) And, no, it isn't a question of hygiene, excuse you, but the fact that these houses were built on a bog and all the rain is flushing everything up. Didn't call in The Men Friends this time, but woke up the Sleeping Teenager who is not as freaked out about such things. (That's my girl.) No complaints from her, since she owes me big time for shipping her off on a Spanish holiday tomorrow while I continue to work on my deadlines.