Well I feel completely knackered.
Last night I had one of the worst nights ever. Wasn’t feeling too good before we went to bed so I decided to sleep in the spare room. Before I turned in I thought I’d make one last try to get the cat in – so at 12 midnight I opened the door to be confronted with a very proud cat and a squeaking rat in his mouth! :shock:
I shouted at him to ‘go somewhere else with it’ or words to that effect, to be met with a look that said ‘well it’s for you and it’s even still alive. If that’s all the thanks I get – I’m buggering off.’
Two hours later I was in the toilet vomiting. In between retches I could hear his nibs snoring in the other room.
5 am the dog wants to go out for a pee. Let him out in the garden – he seems to be a long time – so I made a cup of tea. I heard him skittle past behind me and up to the bedroom.
With Choon still snoring happily away, I enter the spare bedroom to be met by the dog sitting in my side of the bed with a very pleased look on his face. In between his paws was the – now dead – rat! I nearly faint! Couldn’t wake Choon as he would’ve been stumbling around semi-conscious – he’s not too good at that time of the day – bless him!
So I had to dispose of this poor soaking wet dead body all on my own.
My darling, oblivious Choon was met by a note outside his room this morning warning him not to come in and ‘disturb me’ under any circumstances. :jagsatwork:
I’m off to bed soon for what I hope will be a normal night’s sleep.
Anybody else experienced that sort of night?
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