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Number of hours that Louis Catorze has spent outside since we spotted Le Rat: 9,598. 

Number of prey actually caught: 1.  

And, regretfully, it wasn’t the rat. It was a fly. That said, Catorze was super-dramatic about it, felling the hapless insect with great intent as if he were a sabre-toothed tiger taking down a pterodactyl. (Did sabre-toothed tigers even live with pterodactyls? Well, you know what I mean, in any case.) 

This isn’t great, is it? It’s bad enough that the rat is still at large, but Catorze’s Sweet Sixteen party is just around the corner. We absolutely cannot risk it showing its ratty face in front of all our guests, not to mention the abject embarrassment of Catorze not noticing it. Or noticing it but doing nothing. Actually, which would be worse: incompetence or laziness? 

We still have a few weeks until the party. Will our venue be given the all-clear by Pest Control? Or should we plan to cater for an extra guest? 

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