So I'd like to thank my cats for the panic attack my daughter just had, and the small room we are currently holed up in with a strong lock on the door. I figure we have a bathroom and if we get really hungry we can climb out the window to the car.

Why did they bring a live RAT inside? And why didn't they finish the job? Why did my daughter stare into it's beady eyes and count it's whiskers? Just before it ran down the lamp and under the couch and she screamed like tigers were after her and commenced the panic attack.

Would anyone like a cat? Or a rat? I'll keep the traumatized small child.