My mother used to have a Yorkie Terrier, if only she knew how good a ratter she become, my mother would do the normal thing, dicky bow on top of its head."Cindy" was simply awesome, she would shake a rat to death very quickly, I think I was her favourite "Male Human".
Trouble was every time I visited my mother cindy would go absolutely ape-poo !!
Fun days, a very good day could be had wearing wellies with trousers tied up (Tightly at the ankles) how I use to get nervous going into farm out-buildings expecting giant rats running towards us, well I was a youngster then.
I remember about 4 years ago my cats brought a live rat into our house and it went behind the fridge so me and my mam armed with sweeping brushes managed to drive it out straight into the jaws of my little old whippet Chip..... one SNAP ... and yes he was a gonna.!!!! Brilliant clean killers. (w00t) :cheers:
we bought a new washing machine with a rat in it. it jumped out after we took the shrink wrap off, and ran straight back in to hide again. i got a metal coathanger straightened it out and lanced the fu***r, this didnt kill it though, so i got the cat and moved the washing machine into the middle of the kitchen and closed all the doors and waited, within ten minutes the cat had captured the rat and had decided to eat it head first. without that cat we would have been f*****.
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