Then he came into the sitting room and began pacing and meowing while staring at me and then looking pointedly at the window.
I looked out to see what was up.....and there on the doorstep was a very dead rat. He was telling me what he'd brought I'm sure of it.
Anyway, I fussed him and told him what a good boy he was and he was soooooo happy that he brought another one a bit later on.
I'm sure he thinks I need help with my food stores. Bless him. He didn't attempt to eat these either. So they were definitely for me.
