Failed Ratters

Mummy says that we are failed ratters – well, we’re not exactly a ratter breed, but it still hurts to be called a failed ratter.

Mummy has seen a rat in the garden twice in the last week, and both times she tried to get us to chase it, but we would just rather chase each other or any birds that were around.

And to think that Mummy was blaming us for digging the ground under the shrubs, when it was the rat building tunnels all along.  I hope she’s going to apologise…