And after happily sharing his dinner with the rat the last few days the cat seems to have killed it.
This morning we picked up a bird. "Must have fallen out of the tree" I told the girls, as I generally do.
Then "look mummy, a rat".
Oh must have fallen out of the tree too.
DD1: why would a rat be in a tree?
Me: probably chatting with the bird.
DD1: no mummy. The cat killed it. 