Monday, 24 January 2011
These are my old dusty boots, faithful dog walkers for many years and kept on the doorstep until....
(If you are of a nervous nature, look away now!)
...until one evening I returned home in nearly darkness to find that one of my cats had put a rat in one of my boots. I knew it was a rat because I could see its tail sticking out.
Fortunately we only have 'country' rats round here, little things with white tummies, but it still frightened the life out of me when it jumped out and started running around in a frenzy!
The rat was quickly caught again (while I stood on the table), but I just don't feel comfortable in my old boots anymore.