Rats, rats, rats in the house...oh my, whatever shall we do?
I'm stuck at the Fleabag with three other felonious felines. I don't know what they did to get imprisoned here, but I'm serving a life sentence for ankle-gnawing, butt-biting and various other "crimes." The Fleabag sits on an undeveloped five-acre parcel, where the mice, rats and gophers outnumber... Sign in to see full entry.