Here is a photo of our cat, Tucker. He is a sweet if not terribly bright kitty. He's a Ragdoll and isn't supposed to go outside due to the breed's supposed lack of fear/survival instinct, but Tucker sealed his destiny by continually hanging from the inside of the window screen on the second floor and yowling like he was dying. That was three years ago. He's been an inside/outside cat since then.Tucker's happiness was originally measured by the pieces of house insulation he brought me in lieu of real prey. I'm positive his stalking and pouncing was beyond disrepute as he hunted the big, fluffy yellow bits of insulation from our neighbour's home renovation and left them on my front step. He was quite the sight as he loped across the front lawn dragging a piece of yellow fluff between his paws the same way a lion drags an Impala. He'd place the fluff at my feet and then flop onto the floorboards in a purring post-hunt glow. Looking at his expression in the photo, I'd swear he needed a cigarette.Now, though, it isn't so cute. Tucker (or Tucker-with-an-F as my husband affectionately calls him) has graduated to bringing rats in through the cat-door. One rat got away away from Tucker and snuck up on me when I watching TV. I freaked out, ran around like my hair was on fire and armed myself with the only things I could think of - oven mitts and a broom - before sprinting to the front door and flinging it open in preparation of flushing the rat out of the house. My son and two of his friends were coming up the steps. They stopped cold when greeted by a middle aged woman with wild hair and wilder eyes, but when I shrieked at them what was happening, my son and one of the boys jumped into action and we flushed the rodent outside after a concerted and extended effort. The other boy hid upstairs the entire time. Can't say I blame him.We have since removed the cat-door. Tucker-with-an-F has adapted, as have we after he pooped on the dog's bed when he was left inside too long. Lesson learned. That said, the dog's still trying to sort out what the point of the lesson was in the first place. But I digress...God speed with your requested fulls.