....and Fall of TB

WHY? Why did TB go to all the bother of scratching the remnants of yesterday's rat off the surface of the lane? Why did it then happily carry the bits round to My garden? And bring them inside Her kitchen? ('Tis Her pride and joy, that kitchen.) Thence to place them on the sofa in the living room and to sit (muddy) next to them? With a beaming smile and a wag that gently moved some of the more sloshy bits around on one of the cushions.

There was a trail of gooey pieces of squashed rat all through the kitchen and into the living room. And the smell was indescribable. (Still is.)

Never, ever has Myself known quite such a commotion.

WHAT WAS TB THINKING OF ???