Friends, I'm happy to tell you that although I'm an indoor cat, my primitive instincts of a predator are still intact. I saved my staff and my mansion from a malicious creature, that had been lodging in the toy cupboard of the smallest members of the staff.
I saw the hidious rat, and I prepared for an attack. I jumped on it and got a good grip of it with my teeth. I dragged the rat into a corner, and started to fight the life out of it. The staff seemed to be very impressed, and they were even a bit frightened of my growling. They said they never heard me growl like that before, and they were right. But this surely was the first time I had to protect my staff and our home like that. Desperate times require desperate measures.
The lady of the house was able to get a picture of that rat. I tell you it was huge and scary, but I wasn't scared! She even knew the species of the rat, she called it an IKEA rat. I've never heard of the kind, but I'm sure it's very harmful. Here is the picture of the pest I was able to destroy:
I have to say though, that for my confusion the staff seemed to be quite amused of my doings after they got over their first reaction... I don't quite understand it, they should be very thankful for me instead of laughing at me.... Who knows what kind of damage this kind of a rat could have caused to the mansion! People can be so strange and ungrateful sometimes...