so this happened...

last night, my very clever cat escaped into the backyard.  and when he returned, he brought me a present… a HUGE STILL VERY MUCH ALIVE RAT. mind you this was at 11:30pm.

my roommate and i spent the better part of the night wearing rainboots, standing on chairs, my dresser and the kitchen counter wielding brooms and mops.

it was so awful.  the cat kept it cornered, but got bored so it ran into another room.. finally we put the cat and the dog in separate rooms and created a maze of sorts so that we could chase it out - of course he went under my bed and then headed for the door.  after much screaming, several panic attacks and calling about 30 so-called “24-hr emergency pest control” places, my mom and andy, we were able to chase the big fucker out.  

we mopped, lysoled, the cat went to the vet (who very nicely sedated him for blood tests so that i could easily bathe him at home).

anyway - that is probably one of the most traumatizing nyc events that has ever happened to me.

give me a mouse, a roach, some kind of bug - totes ok, but rats are the absolute worst.

welcome to nyc yuriko!