When I had a cat flap - thankfully new doors put paid to that - I was on the phone one morning when the catflap flapped and in walked Rio with a junior rat hanging from his jaws. I told my friend nonchalantly what had just happened - HE screamed and told me to get off the phone and bag it and put it in the bin. (a full grown, 6 footer, married, with dogs - and he SCREAMED)
As I put the phone down, Rio put the rat down - and I screamed! It was still very much alive and started to box Rio with it's front paws.
Just then the phone rang, Peter came back on, and I said, 'it's still alive and they are play fighting' 'OK,' he said, 'keep talking and keep an eye on it. if it comes near you just hang up and run.' They ran all over the kitchen, well the rat did, Rio just sat on top of the dog cage and watched it. Then he pounced.
'Peter?'
'Yes'
'The rat is dead'
'Thank goodness, now what were we talking about'
'He's eating it'
'Oh for goodness sake, Annie, stop watching the bloody thing'
All was devoured before my very eyes except the tail!
