They feel sunshine is coming. Therefore I, Frimousse, am keeping a close watch.
10 thoughts on “Rats”
Mary in Ohio
Oh ! Around here the RACCOONS feel the sunshine is coming and are growing bolder – even pried open one of my raccoon-proof metal cans holding bird seed ! Time for Plan B.. The outdoor cats are very careful of them – even the big feral tom who comes to eat early in the morning. Be careful !
No raccoons here. Only field mice – we call them ‘rats’.
They eat the roots of salads and nearly all vegetables. “Where exactly do you live,” my Master asks?
Oooh, lucky you! We have no mice yet. The squirrels are tormenting us here and the birdies flutter about. We don’t get a chance with them as they are beyond our paws outside our Catio, and we are not fast enough if they fly in. Pöh.
Happy hunting.
Plenty of tits and some sparrows and one or two blackbirds.
The squirrels are in the fir-trees on the other side of the brook, beyond the fence of my garden. There are very few of them since the martens (grrrrrrrr) eat them.
I was very keen on sparrows – well… eating them. but I’m a bit fed up. I prefer rats.
Sweetie and Patty O’Malley catch their share of ‘rats’ around here! Our next-door neighbors have thanked us for having the cats around; their mouse-infestation ceased.
My Master says: “The problem is mainly with rats that never come outside! They remain in their galleries. how can cats catch them? We should have ferrets, maybe…”
No snow left here. Almost springtime yesterday afternoon – RouXy’s Master has started digging his garden. But this morning rather cold. Cars are frosted. 1°C.
But I, Frimousse, like cold. I’ve inspected (thoroughly) my garden before sleeping in my arm-chair, by the fire, for a while…
They feel sunshine is coming. Therefore I, Frimousse, am keeping a close watch.
Oh ! Around here the RACCOONS feel the sunshine is coming and are growing bolder – even pried open one of my raccoon-proof metal cans holding bird seed ! Time for Plan B.. The outdoor cats are very careful of them – even the big feral tom who comes to eat early in the morning. Be careful !
No raccoons here. Only field mice – we call them ‘rats’.
They eat the roots of salads and nearly all vegetables.
“Where exactly do you live,” my Master asks?
In Northeast Ohio – between Cleveland and Akron. It’s rural but not any farms any more.
“Where are… the farms,” my Master asks?
Oooh, lucky you! We have no mice yet. The squirrels are tormenting us here and the birdies flutter about. We don’t get a chance with them as they are beyond our paws outside our Catio, and we are not fast enough if they fly in. Pöh.
Happy hunting.
Plenty of tits and some sparrows and one or two blackbirds.
The squirrels are in the fir-trees on the other side of the brook, beyond the fence of my garden. There are very few of them since the martens (grrrrrrrr) eat them.
I was very keen on sparrows – well… eating them. but I’m a bit fed up. I prefer rats.
Sweetie and Patty O’Malley catch their share of ‘rats’ around here! Our next-door neighbors have thanked us for having the cats around; their mouse-infestation ceased.
My Master says: “The problem is mainly with rats that never come outside! They remain in their galleries. how can cats catch them? We should have ferrets, maybe…”
Amarula is still not going outside – too cold and too much snow for her!
No snow left here. Almost springtime yesterday afternoon – RouXy’s Master has started digging his garden. But this morning rather cold. Cars are frosted. 1°C.
But I, Frimousse, like cold. I’ve inspected (thoroughly) my garden before sleeping in my arm-chair, by the fire, for a while…