Boyfriend is

On Sep 7, 3:06*pm, "Christina Websell"
wrote:
Meatloafing just outside the back door. *It's just getting dusk here at 8 pm
in the UK and he can't decide what to do.
Should he go off looking for prey now (best chance is at dusk or dawn) or
should he come inside and upstairs to sleep on his duvet all night?
He just can't make his mind up ;-)

LOL

Tweed

Happy Birthday Boyfriend.

BigBoy, Princess, Mr. Boots, Ms. Tigger, Sugar and Spice and Ms. Blue
Belle

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Meatloafing just outside the back door. It's just getting dusk here at
8 pm in the UK and he can't decide what to do.
Should he go off looking for prey now (best chance is at dusk or dawn)
or should he come inside and upstairs to sleep on his duvet all night?
He just can't make his mind up ;-)

LOL

Tweed


It would be even more catlike if he planted himself right in the
doorway, both inside and out. "Don't rush me."


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Me - duvet, definitely. Him - off outside into the dark to see what he
can find now he's in hunting mode again. It's not likely to be more than
a mouse or a small rattie (phew)
He takes far too much care of himself to catch the large ratties with the
huge teeth. They bite like demons. Oh, do get real, he says, that's
why we get the terriers in!

He's wise. Some of the big rats give the terriers a run for their money.
Several times I've had to get out the antiseptic to dab a terriers
bleeding nose.
They don't seem to mind being injured somehow. They just seem to love
it.

Boyfie is far more sensible. He has no intention of getting hurt, he
leaves the big ones to the terriers. I've seen him notice a big rat, he
then feels the need to wash himself and pretend he hasn't seen it. I
don't blame him.

Tweed

I am glad that Boyfie is so wise. I would hate him to be hurt.
Elisabet

He's far too clever for that. It's like that "I really meant to do that"
thing, except it's "what do you mean, you saw a big rat walking right past
me? I would've killed it for sure if I'd seen it.."
Yeah, right, sure you would, Boyfie ;-)

We do get some really big rats here sometimes because of the poultry food
being available to them, far too big for him to take on and he knows it. I
wouldn't want to tackle them myself actually, as I said we need the terriers
for these big ones and even then the terriers can get hurt.

Boyfriend cares too much about his comfort to risk his face getting ripped
up fighting with a grandfather rat which is probably braver than he is.
I praise him for catching the small ones as I tell him it stops them
getting to be big ones.

I understand that there *are* some cats who will take these huge rats with
teeth like chisels that can eat through concrete, on. lt won't be my boy.

He claims it would be silly. I'm with him on this.

Tweed

Christina Websell kirjoitti:

We do get some really big rats here sometimes because of the poultry food
being available to them, far too big for him to take on and he knows it. I
wouldn't want to tackle them myself actually, as I said we need the terriers
for these big ones and even then the terriers can get hurt.


Poultry food...hmmm... You did say lateron that the big rats have teeth
like chisels that can eat through concrete, but how do you store the
poultry food? Or is it the food already given to the poultry that they
eat? I was thinking of those big storage containers used for big sacks
of dog food. It might keep the smell of food away from the ratties
noses, at least a bit. But as I'm not quite sure what kind of food you
feed your poultry, I don't know if that's feasible or not.

--
Christine in Finland
christal63 (at) gmail (dot) com

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On Sep 7, 3:06 pm, "Christina Websell"
wrote:
Meatloafing just outside the back door. It's just getting dusk here at 8
pm
in the UK and he can't decide what to do.
Should he go off looking for prey now (best chance is at dusk or dawn) or
should he come inside and upstairs to sleep on his duvet all night?
He just can't make his mind up ;-)

LOL

Tweed

Happy Birthday Boyfriend.

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It's not his birthday (I don't know when it is, except likely to be in 2002)
but I know what you mean. He's lucky I suppose.
Every day like that would be a birthday for some cats.
He landed on his feet here, for sure. I'd like his life.
All the food he needs (not necessarily all he *wants*) acres to hunt in, a
meowmie who accepts his kind gifts of prey and a bed with a duvet on to
snooze away the day.

Not bad, eh?

Cats, form a line for one vacancy here.

Tweed