Treacle's diary. Extracts from the blog of a feline secret agent.
|Wednesday April 7 19.00 hours|
|You dirty rat|
|I finally got this thieving rodent in my night-sights as he sneaked back on the nightly rat run. Ran right into where I was waiting to get my claws into him. The plan was to take him back to base and torture him into revealing the hideout from where the rest of the bunch run their operations.|
The suspect was definitely cracking when I was called for urgent consultations by the junior staff. After advising them that salmon pouches were a satisfactory main course I returned to find that the aperitif had done a runner. Suspect is currently seeking asylum somewhere in the back of the microwave. Despite the consternation of the junior staff, I am satisfied that his injuries mean he will not bother anyone again.