Cat / Inktober 52

Growing up, we had a bunch of pets, including dogs, cats, chickens, and pigs. Not to mention the ones we had on the farm. Whenever we had a rat problem, we would take a cat named "Nats" and place him in the attic. My Dad would open a small door in the kitchen and put Nats in there before bedtime. The following day, he would open the door again, and there would be a pile of dead rats.

Nats was a good cat but was also a fighter. He was scrapping with other neighborhood cats on rooftops while not catching rodents. The sound of their screeching nails and metal still gives me the heebie-jeebies to this day.