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Day One
I should have known we had a problem when our cats started spending more time in front of a window that overlooks our barren side yard than they did sleeping. They’d begun to behave more like their predatory feline ancestors than domesticated, overweight, listless house cats.
They looked feral for the first time in their pampered lives, and I didn’t catch on.
“Look,” I cooed lovingly in their direction. “The cats are interested in something outside.”
I wasn’t curious enough to learn the object of their interest, but I lifted the blinds so they could get a better look.
It would be two straight weeks of unconcern before my next door neighbor alerted me to suspicious activity on our block.
“We have rats,” she reported with disgust. “They’re living in the arbor and ivy on our fence. Have you seen any?”
Rats? I should have...
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