The lazy cat that didn't get the rat

At about 6.15pm last night we had an interesting vistor to St George's Road. Jeff was out with the boys looking at their sunflowers seeds, when I got a fleeting glance of a large tail heading off behind the bookcase in the dining room.

Having seen the cat jauntily (as only torturing cats can do) following a massive bouncing rat down the garden only 20 minutes previously we assumed we had a rat in da kitchen. What am I gonna do?

The rat seemed to be very camera shy, and having a very low boredom threshold on waiting for things, I went upstairs to bathe the kids and left Jeff to empty the bookcase, shoo out the rat and then clean up.

Somehow, and Jeff still can't figure out how, the rat crept out silently from behind the bookcase, skulked along the carefully fabricated course to guide him out of the house, and headed full pelt up the garden path. The only reason Jeff knows this is he happened to look out of the window and see the cheeky chappy half way up the garden. Either that or we've still got a house guest.