I think my gruesome haikus and limericks must have scared off the furry beastling, because my cage was devoid of rodent activity for a couple of weeks. But just a few minutes ago, while I was lost in the hooting of a handsome male Owl outside my window, the rat made a run through my cage! I only caught the tail end (ha!) of him as he darted back into his hole.
How is it that even as a mature and experienced Owl, many seasons old, I can still be so easily distracted by a good looking male with a clever turn of phrase? I missed out on an easy kill. The Grey Female would be sorely disappointed in me.
Alright, time to buckle down. Less flirting, more death. Yes. That's the ticket.