Sunday, November 11, 2007

Ernie's rat...

Chancy says...
Ernie loved his rat...but, he never let me play with it. He had 3 or 4 rats hidden around the house. When Ernie had one of his rats, the wild man-cat came out in him. He held the rat dangling from his mouth, in a hunched position, with a grumbling meow in a low tone, quickly running to my mom's bedside and dropping it on the floor next to the bed. He then would kick it around, to place it strategically just where he wanted it. Then stretched out for a nap. After all, hunting is hard work. Most of the time, the rat was left there, so the next time he wanted to prey on something, he new where it was.
You know...crouched down, butt in the air with a wiggle and a leap.

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