Rodentia

Goddam rodents! They are everywhere, chewing, shitting, destroying, in closets, drawers, packed boxes, clothes. They piss on things. They make me profane. I hates them. I poisons them. I traps them. I buys more poison, and yet they still come, come for more, and more and more. It is an invasion, but I shall prevail. There are only so many of them, a finite number, and only so much time to breed, and enough poison, or so I think. Perhaps it is time to think about a cat? This would be great entertainment for the daschunds. I can see it, a kitten, sneaking up to pounce upon a sleeping wiener dog. So, rodents, beware! Mind what you eat, and there may be a pussn'boots in your future. Which is the worse way to go: by poison or the customary, slow, sadistic torture by a feline? "I hates you mices to pieces," said the cat in Mighty Mouse. And I'll second that emotion.