It’s time to tell a story about our little barbarian. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the night, when Conan is outside and before I go to bed, I head to the front door to call him in. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
One night, as usual I opened the door to pitch blackness and called out in our secret code.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
‘Pss psh psh’<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This special code language means ‘Come in now, hurry up I’m sleepy’.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I didn’t have to wait long this night, because Conan appeared with a muffled meow. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I did not notice the meow was muffled, as his meows differ a lot, he likes to change things up so I did not take notice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This night, I learned a big lesson. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
As Conan approached the doorway where I was standing, he made his way immediately right past me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A cold wet something slid past against my leg. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
From sleepy to confused. Very confused. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
No time to speculate, hopefully it was just his tail and he was wet. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
He made his way for some reason straight to the living room between the kitchen and dining table. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was still dark. I heard something land with a slight ‘squelch’. Like a heavy wet sponge falling to the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He meowed again. This time not muffled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I closed the front door. Turned to walk down the hall to the kitchen. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
what was it. What was that? I just need to know what it was…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I turned on the kitchen light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And there<\/p>\n\n\n\n
was a rat<\/p>\n\n\n\n
a BIG rat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
a dead rat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
fresh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Conan sitting next to it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Proud.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mouth wet with blood. Covered in dirt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This was a cat who fought hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A mighty battle to the death he fought. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
All I could think, was how disgusting the colour of the wet fur around his mouth was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As he sat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Looking at me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I look at my leg.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
a wet bloody streak across my shin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The rat’s tail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the DEaD RAT’S COLD TAIL BRUSHED MY LEG.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A BIG ASS TAIL.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
this rat was BIG.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Let’s just say. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
This was no longer a normal night. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was no longer about to sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Conan did not understand why the dead rat was yeeted outside. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Conan thinks I am stupid. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I think Conan is gross.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We agree to disagree in the end. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I did end up forgiving him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But I will NEVER forget that cold wet tail against my leg. Never. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thank you Conan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thank you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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It’s time to tell a story about our little barbarian. In the night, when Conan is outside and before I go to bed, I head to the front door to call him in. One night, as usual I opened the door to pitch blackness and called out in our secret…<\/p>\n