Last Thursday I was pulling the one working wheelie bin for this flat to the front of the house to be collected. I heard a bit of rusteling from the bin. This little black thing jumped out and ran over the road. Oh a rat I thought. I was too numb to feel fear or revulsion.
I wouldn't like it if there were rats in the flat. Yesterday, I looked up through the window to look at a tabby cat walk on a high wall. The cat looked at me, as if to say, you are protected from the rats. I winked back at the cat, heavy with the promise of tuna for my new rat guzzling best friend.