Quiet Time On The Couch

Later in the evening, Milo announced quite vocally that he'd caught something and he was bringing the spoils of the catch home.

This peaked the bulldogs interest and they were straight up on their paws fully alert.

I gazed out the window to see Milo had caught a big rat.

Normally, Milo would carry the carcass inside and eat it in our front hallway, which is his dining room of choice.

He didn't bring it in straight away, probably because of the dogs. I don't know what would happen if he bought a dead rat in though his cat door to be confronted by team bulldog, and lets hope I never do.

Anyway, not long after Sam went to bed taking boof head one and boof head two with him. I lay back on the couch and had a little quiet YouTube time to myself.

Milo appeared, hopping up on the couch with me and snuggling up for a time. Then he wandered off.

I lay back on the couch and got lost in whatever I was watching. It was nice and warm. Lovely. I was so sleepy and relaxed and just about to go to bed myself. 

Then I started hearing Gak, Gak, Gak, Gak, followed by vomiting. 

"Oh! No! No! No!"

Milo had gakked up what looked like an inside out rat just 15 centimetres in on the carpet away from the tiled floor neatly in a large rat size body shape, except it was, essentially, raw entrails glistening with cat saliva.

"Oh? Er?"

As I looked at the regurgitated mess in horror, I could hear Milo making vomiting sounds further into the house.

"Ah! No Milo."

Grimace. "Jasus!" I say as I gaze down at the rat entrails. I'm sure I felt a shiver up my back. Maybe I did a little run on the spot, maybe that was just in my head?

I first head to the kitchen for the pan and brush, but stop and hesitate. The nice clean kitchen white plastic set, I think? I change feet and change my mind and quickly head out the back to get the old blue garden pan and brush instead.

Oh fuck me, I think, as the ooey gooey, so many different shades of pink and red, mess slides on to the plastic blue shovel. Oh please don't make me have to push it around too much.

I walk to the corner of the street in the dark and flick it into the rubbish bin that is there.