There's a rat in the kitchen, what am I a gonna do?

Some of you may recall the iconic UB40 single, "There's rat in the kitchen..." I am thinking that UB40 must certainly have been instrumental in introducing ska to the American scene in the 80s or early 90s.

In any case, I had my very own epiphany this morning when I arrived downstairs in my house, at 6 am, in the pitch black, to discover indeed a rat in my kitchen. Huge. Dead. Ghastly. I reacted in the appropriate adult way; that is, I ran screaming back upstairs to awake Mike and demand that he deal with it forthwith. Luckily Mike is always up for dead animal removal and picked it up by the tail (augh!!) and put it outside. I got him to agree that it was not a mouse but a genuine, bonafide RAT. Lest you doubt my veracity I am including a picture of the above referenced rat. NOTICE HOW HUGE IT IS...

Now, to whom do we owe honor and glory? We are betting on Rodney, cat supreme but Hektor, the terrier- mind you, did mysteriously go downstairs last night for a while. I do not think he can claim the kill as I am almost positive he would have brought it back upstairs and proudly displayed it on my bed. Oh the horror, the horror. In any case, Rodney was sauntering around the kitchen this morning with a look of modest pride, seemingly saying/thinking "Ah yes, the rat... Well [modestly said] it was really quite simple, really. No problem at all."

The real question is: did the rest of the rats get the message...?