The Rat..

Back when we were dating, my wonderful husband gave me the cutest little black and white kitten for my birthday. We joke that he's more human then kitten, he likes to put random objects in the toilet, hair ties, headbands, wrappers, bottle caps really anything he finds lying around. He also likes to fill the husband's shoes with Que-tips. He used to drag the husband's boxers into his litter box, cover his poop with the boxers then bury the boxers with litter...yah he's an odd one. So last night as we're sitting on the couch watching a movie, we see that he's batting something around under the table. I figured it was my chap stick which he loves to slide around the floor or the hubbies undies but went over to investigate. Curled up in the fetal position is a baby rat, not a mouse, this sucker had the longest tail I have ever seen it was a freakin brown baby rat!! I shrieked, now I grew up in the country and could totally deal with the little grey field mice we used to find around the house. In fact my sister once found me outside playing with a field mouse insisting it was a baby kangaroo. But this was a bonified Chicago rat!! So what does that big, strong, husband of mine do? He stands there refusing to touch it! He flat out couldn't even bring himself to get close to it! I scooped it up with the lid from a box and put it outside. Sadly this morning it hadn't moved, it looked like the cat had played with it to death. We figured out that it can from the heater closet, the floor around the heater is broken in places and it looks like the cat had been digging parts of it up and found it's new toy. I'm kind of wigged out about the whole thing but that's Chicago for you.