I am. So. Tired. Seriously. Not quite face-plant on the keyboard, but in the neighborhood. Why? you ask. You may recall that our bad-ass Ninja Kitty passed away in early 2022, followed a month later by our beloved canine companion Fred. Hubs and I joked that Ninja’s rat-wrangling mojo reached from beyond the grave. That is, until we hit his one year death anniversary, and rat signs began appearing in the carport. They escalated to gnawing soap in the outdoor shower, then made it inside, scritch-scrabbling overhead while we tried to sleep. I swear, they were building skyscrapers above my Read more…