Mighty Hunter

[sabotabby]

Last night, I discovered that my stack of 11x17 printer paper had a wee surprise in it. Marinetti had apparently stashed a little present in there for me, all dismembered and icky! What a good cat, except that I'd only used about a third of the paper, so it wasn't really the best place to stick it.

I suppose I should be grateful that the only two mice I have ever found in my apartment had already been dispatched by my brave cat, but I do wish he wouldn't squish them. Ugh. I screamed like a girl and threw the entire stack of paper, mouse and all, into the garbage.

I was later informed that my reaction may have been a bit...extreme.

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[frippy.livejournal.com]

Once, while sitting outside my house, I saw a very chubby cat effortlessly catch a bird in a low-hanging branch (which he then, despite my efforts to chase him off, ate in my front yard). I, too, was surprised that he was able to do that in one fell swoop being a zaftig kitty, but then I thought, "Well, maybe his excellent hunting skills are the reason he's a big kitty."

I've never owned a cat so I'm not sure how I'd react if it brought me a dead mouse or other small animal. On one hand, I'd be grossed out and feel sorry for the cute little victim, on the other hand, I'd have to respect that my cat was just trying to contribute to the household. Also, while I hate living in a house with non-pet mice (I had one experience where one ran across my foot in the middle of the night *shudder*), I don't want the mice to die painful deaths. I'd rather they just understand that I would like the house to myself, stop chewing on my wires or tunnelling through a loaf of bread I left (in a bag) on the counter (this really happened) or leaving little mouse droppings everywhere, and quietly leave the premises.

Maybe next time I have mice I should loudly talk about getting a cat so that the mice overhear me and move out. I'll make sure they know I plan on getting a fat cat, too.

[sabotabby]

I used to have pet mice, so I do feel sorry for the little buggers. Fortunately, the very presence of my cat seems to discourage them from coming around, which is part of the reason he's only ever killed two.