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The Poor Little Rat
Politics and my cat
Mom let Opal out before dinner. She knows she’s not supposed to do that because we don’t the cat our after dark. Yet Mom sometimes does it anyway, and then I get irritated because I’m the one who has to stay up to make sure she gets home safe.
However, it ended up giving giving us a bit of drama.
Mom and I have been watching House MD every night with dinner.
Rather, Mom eats dinner precisely at 7pm every night. It’s like clockwork. And that’s when I start the next episode of our show. Sometimes I also have my dinner at that time.
Last night, the American VP debate was on after we finished dinner, and we decided to leave the TV on and catch a few minutes.
During this time, Mom finally got the cat inside.
With a dead mouse “sleeping” in her mouth.
Execpt, it was actually a rat. It was quite large. I was surprised Opal was carrying it around.
Mom yelled.
I yelled.
I grabbed the cat and held her down. Mom grabbed the rat’s tail from Opal. She ran to the back door and swung the rat around like a shot putt, then hurled it over the back fence.
