We now have another member of the family. Blessed events are few and far between, so, there to be cherished. Actually, its not really blessed. More like somethng we’re stuck with….Being so far out in the country, we have lots of visitors from the surrounding hills and mountains. Our cats take care of most of the small stuff, so, I usually toss the remnants of successful hunts out the front door in the morning. Sometimes it sounds like an old time bar brawl as a cat chases his prey all around the front room, the kitchen, and sometimes the bathrooms. One of our closets was getting linens and sheets chewed up, so, I placed a small catch ’em alive trap inside. I tried leaving the door open, no dice. The door would get shut and more damage would ensue. I catch the little prick. A round eared wood rat. He was so calm, I let him go far from the cat…I’ve now caught him FIVE times. So, he now bunks in a cage with Rick, AKA Tent boy…