Rat In Mi Garden

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

We knew there were rats in the neighbourhood. Loulou told us she often sees them, and anyway, as that famous statistic states, there are rats EVERYWHERE*.

But anyway, Caro spotted this little guy in our tree this morning. She reckons he was after the bird food. When he saw her, he ran down a tree branch and LEAPT over the fence. 

Caro reckons this explains the little tunnels she discovered in the garden. Not Punky trying to get OUT but our verminous friend here trying to get IN.

Caro and I have come up with an anti-rat plan:

1. Feed the birds later in the day, when rats are tucked up in bed.
2. Stop feeding the birds oranges.
3. Stop feeding the birds special birdy treats.
4. Block up the rat-holes with Punky poo.

I think that should do it. But I have told Caro that if she sees another rat then

5. Get a puppy.

I probably shouldn't have added that last one. She was on the internet right away, and showed me a picture of a three-legged doggy. 

"It's plan B," I told her. "Remember. PLAN B."

Plan C would be that we adopt the rat. Well, if you can't beat 'em...

S.

* I used to work with a very funny man called Colin and a very rat-like, creepy little man called Dave. Colin once told me, "You know, it's a fact, you are always only ever twenty feet away from Dave." I think I laughed for about ten minutes straight.