There has been some rather disconcerting behaviour going on at my place lately.
On three occasions now, I’ve walked into the undercover downstairs sitting area and found one of the couches partially shredded. Every time, the cushion has been ripped up and the stuffing torn apart. What could be responsible?
We started shutting the gate, and it didn’t happen again. However, it’s not so easy to keep the gate closed when people (kachra-wala, tiffin-wala, mailman) are coming and going throughout the day.
Today, I was shocked to see the couch ripped up again. Not only that, the day’s newspapers were scatted all over the floor. A friend was visiting, and I complained to her about it. “Oh, I just saw a dog leaving as I was coming in. It was white and fluffy”, she told me.
Ah. That could only mean one thing. Junior. The neighbour’s pesky Pomeranian. I’d been suspecting the culprit to be the white stray dog that roamed the complex, befriending everyone. And I’d been less than nice to him as a result. However, when I went outside the gate, sure enough Junior was lurking there, wet and dirty.
The neighbour, whom I’ve previously written about, was out. Needless to say he received a very irritated phone call.
More recently, I’d been finding the leftover rotis, which I’d carefully placed in a bowl, strewn all over the kitchen bench and with pieces missing. What could be responsible?
This afternoon, I heard a crash of dishes in the kitchen. I ran in to take a look. The semi-eaten rotis were again everywhere. And there it was, right in front of me. The culprit! A huge rat scurrying across the bench.
War is now on. I think the best solution is to get a cat!
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