Mrs. Tuttlebum hated rodents. “One of these days, I shall deal with those creatures and their creepy crawly feet and tiny bitey teeth. They shall rue the day they ever bothered Petunia Tuttlebum,”
Her cat Carlos didn’t care about the rodents. He gave them his leftover snacks because he figured she wouldn’t bother him if she were focused on them.
The cat heard Mrs. Tuttlebum on the phone with the pest control agency one morning. “Send someone straight away; I can no longer take these vile vermin in my house,” the woman demanded.
A man carrying a small pouch walked around and placed small piles of corn near each corner. “That should do it. The corn has a new chemical that will cause the vermin to waste away. Call if you have any problems,” said the man, then left.
During the night, Carlos heard the rats eating the corn and, feeling sorry for them, offered them his vitamin cat treats. “Here you go, eat these; they are supposed to help you grow strong,” said the cat.
“You’re a real pal, Carlos, one of a kind,” said the rats.
While Mrs. Tuttlebum relaxed with her morning pick-me-up the following morning, a terrible crashing sound came at the door. A creature the size of a small dog with a long tail and pointy nose burst in.
He went right up to the bed, gave the cat a polite nod, and then said, “Look here, Mrs., we don’t know what you put in that corn, but it was a real hopping good. Now we need some food, so if you please hand over your goods and there will be no troubles,” said the beast.
After cleaning up her drink, she headed to the larder, filled a basket full of goodies, and set it on the floor. “This will do nicely. Don’t be calling anyone about trying to dispose of us, or the pleasantries are over if you catch my meaning,” said the monster.
Poor Mrs. Tuttlebum sat in her night robe, afraid her days of a rodent-free life were far from over, and maybe she should think about moving.
“I’ll be back at tea time for cakes if you please,” said the beast, who gave the cat a polite nod and then picked up the basket in its jaws and strolled back out the door.
The cat winked and continued cleaning his paw. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have given them those super-grow treats,” the cat thought.
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