This came to mind after a recent rodent run-in:
It’s that time of the year when some of the forest folk seek shelter in Fortress Mamea from the inclement weather. When scratching noises emanated from the kitchen, The Kitten was duly dispatched. She promptly returned to her currently favoured chair (a Sanderson linen-covered armchair) and resumed her nap.
The Dog and I were then dispatched — The Goddess exhorting us to Kill it kill it kill it — and we chased the rodent from the kitchen, through the Big Hall, around the Banquet Room and finally back to the kitchen. As The Dog and I caught our breath, the invader made Yah loser noises from deep within a cupboard.
Right then, I breathed. A trap was set with a wee treat of peanut butter.
The following morning:
So did I do a little Sean Connery impression when I took the above photo? Yesh, I did. I hope hish friendsh were watching.