My Neighbor's Cat Marley keeps bringing me rats. I know this is a sign of affection but...→[More:]

of the three rats he's brought into the house in the last week, last night's was also the third rat to STILL BE ALIVE!!!

I spent at least an hour chasing after the wee rat with no success of capture. Marley, on the other hand, dilated eyes, completely tweaked out with the smell of rodent, went back outside to look for more. Little shit that he is.

Eventually, I managed to block the rat in the living room, after finally getting him out of the bedroom, only for him to escape into the pantry where he hid in a plastic grocery bag filled with spray paint and drill bits, waiting to go out to the shed.

I grabbed the bag by the handles, the rat squirming and punching at the bag walls, and resisting the urge to retch, rushed to let him outside before he jumped out.

Marley, by this time, had returned - he knows how to open the door - and he burred himself in my bed-cloths, loudly snoring away. Later, I went off to bed myself, my little house a complete wreck, having only the right 1/4 of the bed left to me.

Marley, why do I tolerate your cattiness?