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<p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt;
font-family:Arial'>This morning – Gracie woke the entire house by
bellowing for the office door to be opened so she could go out to peeeeeeee at
3:30 AM. Patty the crazy cat was closed in office with Mr. Rat,
when I opened the door it woke her up and she ran over to the file cabinets and
pretended to be on rat patrol. My other killer cats were too comfortable
sleeping to get up. Left the office door open and the pet door propped
open and went to bed. Early AM the DH called and pretended to be
sympathetic, but he kept giggling, and said buy a rat trap. I said the
problem is when it gets killed, big nasty mess. He says if he’s in
town he’ll take care of the mess, if he’s out of town I should just
find the non-blood-covered end of the trap and pick it up and put in the
trash. Giggle, giggle. Thanks a lot, buddy, so I hang up and go
back to bed. Anna (recent senior girl rescue) wakes up and starts to barf
in the bedroom, gagging, but never actually does barf. Or so I
thought. We all go back to sleep and wake up in about an hour. I
put foot on floor and land right in a small spot of cold, slimy barf –
great. Go into my bathroom to get some toilet paper to clean up
barf. As I grab T.P., rat shoots out from behind toilet, runs across
bathroom into the hall, then into middle bedroom. Gracie and Anna are in
the bathroom with me, watching the rat. Anna kind of follows, Gracie gets
a drink, Holly the Dolly stays on the bed. Middle and end bedroom are
connected with a Jack-and-Jill bathroom, so I close both bedroom doors. Run
away from home and go have lunch with my friend, Cindy. Thought about not
coming home but someone has to feed the critters, so now I’m back. Don’t
know where Mr. Rat is. Plus, there’s a problem. Mr. Rat doesn’t
look like a field rat, he looks like someone’s pet rat that escaped, and
I don’t think I can kill him. May call him Virgil. The saga
continues…<o:p></o:p></span></font></p>
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<p class=MsoNormal><font size=3 face=JanieHmkBold><span style='font-size:12.0pt;
font-family:JanieHmkBold'>Anita Woodrum</span></font><o:p></o:p></p>
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font-family:Arial'><a href="mailto:a.woodrum@sbcglobal.net">a.woodrum@sbcglobal.net</a></span></font><o:p></o:p></p>
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