The few times I've had to deal with "Jerry" and his friends in town, I wasn't a happy bunny because I feel there's something that's not natural in their being in my flat (which is stupid, because I live above cellars where mice and rats live happily ever after).
In the countryside, I don't mind them. I rescue mice and other rodents from the cats and free them if they're not too chewed.
I recently had an unusual (to me) encounter with a field rat (if he'd been in my town flat, I'd still be hanging from the chandelier!!).
I was mowing the lawn behind the garden edge, and along the neighbour's wall, I saw that huge rat that looked at me. What I find extraordinary is that it was in a hurry to leave the area, but it didn't look scared. It looked straight at me as if to tell me, 'I'm just going home; that's all. Let's ignore each other, shall we?'.
I can be a nice biped: I stopped Tarzan (yep, my lawn-mower), and waited a couple of minutes to make sure that Ratty was in the neighbours' garden and away from harm by Tarzan.
Now, if any of the cats in the area spots it, Ratty's toast.
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