10 Rats or 1 Gopher

Mommy and daddy were doing yard work on Sunday, 2 May 2010. Mommy was taking a rest so she looked into the pool and there was a dead rat that Mo (our Hayward pool cleaner.. named after the cleaner robot from Disney's Wall-e movie) tried to suck up. The rat was too fat, so it just got stuck. Mommy called daddy and let him know that there was a dead rat in the pool so daddy got the rat out and double bagged it and tossed it into the trash can. Then mommy went onto mowing the flat area of my lawn (the hill needs to be weed whacked and mommy isn't doing that, daddy will hire someone to weed whack on the hill and help us redo the hill part so it looks nice.. not a terrain that only us fuzzy critters can run up and down on). Mommy mowed half of my lawn when she saw another dead rat. Again, she called daddy to remove it for her so she can continue. Our electric lawn mower cut 3/4 of my back lawn (some doofus humans decided the front lawn should be cut first, then a week later my back lawn.. what were they thinking? They should have cut the back first, then waited a week so the power discharged some, then cut part of the front. I think the back is more important than the front.) Since the battery ran out, mommy had to bring the battery back inside of the house to charge and not cut it until Friday.

Anyways, since mommy saw two dead rats in my yard on Sunday, she made me a deal. If I killed 10 rats (including the two that were already found dead) or killed 1 gopher (since we have a gopher problem in the neighborhood) she would give me real cooked chicken (since that's the only chicken I'm not allergic to). She also said she promised. So on Friday, after she mowed the lawn and took a little nap and then went outside to play with me again, she found a gopher. I am very human food motivated. If you give me a choice, between 8 or 1... I'm going to go for 1. Mommy took pictures of the gopher and send it to her friends to help her identify the rodent.. they all said GOPHER! So mommy turned to me and said "I guess you get chicken this weekend."

This is my "I'm getting real chicken soon" face.

Saturday comes around and mommy and daddy come home from lunch with a white box. I thought it was my chicken, so I followed mommy around until she told me that it wasn't my chicken. I was going to get my chicken for dinner. I was disappointed, so I followed mommy around like another shadow until she got annoyed enough to go out and buy my chicken. They came home from the super market with raw chicken and barbecued it for me. (Although they got yummy hot dogs and hamburgers with the chicken.. boo) Mommy tried to take a picture of the biggest grin I had on my face after I finished the half of the chicken breast that mommy gave me, but she didn't succeed.

This is the other half of the chicken breast then grilled for me. Mommy forgot to take a picture of the half she gave me, so she took a picture of the other half.

After I ate the yummy chicken, mommy changed the deal. 10 rats or 5 gophers. 2 rats down, 8 more to go and 5 more gophers to go.

I am finally honing in on my hunting skills.

Shiba 3, Rodents 0.