The other day I went outside at nite as stopped dead in my tracks. There. Was. A. Rat! A BIG one. Oh golly.
So we started a rat-eradication program. Nothing worked and we were out foxed by that stupid rat at every turn. We tried everything and finally resorted to one of those icky poisonous traps that sends me into fits. Even tho we regularly patrolled we didn't find one body. I just worried a lot that one of our critters would find and eat one of those poisoned rats. But nada. Not even one.
In the meantime, our boy Shine - King of All Barncats - kept up with his patrols and regularily brought us field mice and voles. So I figured he just had a big mouse when I happened to look out the window and noticed him coming in from the hunt. But then I noticed it was darn big....Shine was hauling it up the hillside between his front legs like a lion carrying a gazelle. And then I noticed it had a long tail!
Suffice it to say there was a certain amount of screaming and shrieking and hopping about (that was me). The Big Man ran out there...well, technically, he lumbered out there. But he found and took the rat from Shine who was pretty mad about it.
After all the failed attempts, our Shine proved that the best trap for a rat is indeed a cat. Thanks Shine!