Not even a mouse. Or was it a rat?
My husband was rummaging in the pantry the other day. He got this panicked look on his face and froze.
A bag at the very back of the pantry was moving.
“Is it a rat?”
Please God no!
“Could it be a mouse?”
Nope. Just our wicked cat. She’d chewed a hole in the bag of cat food and was chowing down. The rat.