Actually, I didn’t go splutter or cough.
But I DID do a bit of mental heaving.
I got back from my walk with Jasmine.
Mex met me at the door.
And,with a very stern face, said come outside and look.
Wendy was hovering in the background with big eyes.
Big eyes full of sympathy.
I got out onto the verandah and Mex says(in an accusing tone) “look at YOUR cat”!!!
There was Tom, under the table, tucking into a huge rat.
Mex…get rid of it.
Me….you have to be kidding.
Mex…throw it away.
Me….uhm…no….not going near it.
This intelligent conversation continued for about ten minutes.
At which point Wendy peeped out.
The rat had gone.
Tom had scoffed the whole thing.
Tail and all.
Now we know why he returned looking so plump after nine days in the bush.
My boy is a good hunter.
This morning I asked Wendy if Tom had slept with her last night.
She said yes.
But there were no hugs and kisses!
Hell….I do hope he regurgitates the damn thing far from home.