My cat has a habit of grabbing things. It started from a very young age. We got him when he was 4 weeks old, and he would attack feet, toes, key chains, loose articles of clothing, fingers, hair, and any small objects I would throw in his direction. At about the age of four months he started bringing mice home. The mice weren't dead, but alive and kicking and screaming and the cat couldn't possibly be happier. He eventually figured out how to kill them, and began leaving them at my door as some sort of offering to my family. I can only assume he sees us as vegeful Gods and feel a need to keep us content with small rodent offerings. They always wind up being burned or flushed down a toilet.
About a week ago, I got the shock of my life. I come home and walk into the kitchen and I see a big cardboard box on the counter. I peek inside and see a bunch of grass and clovers, and a small round furry brown object cowering in a corner. Its small, big enough to hold in the palm of your hand, and it is afraid. I gently pick it up with both my hands and bring close to my face, only to realise with completle confusion what it is. Someone has caught, and trapped a small bunny in my house.
I'd never seen a rabbit this small before. I've seen full sized ones, but never a tiny infant rabbit. And never in my house in a box in the kitchen. It's then that I feel something clawing its way up my leg with glee and excitement. I freak out, kick the thing off my leg and place the bunny back in the box. My cat is going apeshit, trying to climb over me and onto the counter to play with his new rabbit friend. Afraid for my safety and the bunny's, I throw the cat outside. I find my dad and ask him what the deal with the rabbit is. He says simply "the cat brought it home"
I always knew the cat was a bit agressive, but he caught a friggen rabbit...! This is probably the greatest acheivement of his life, ever. Nothing will top this I figured. We tried to let the rabbit go a few times but the cat kept catching it and bringing it home again. I wound up carrying this thing across the property and letting it free, probably to be killed by a fox or something.
About a week after that, I started finding decapitated mouse remains near and around the house. A few days after that, he killed and ate half of a squirrel. Two days ago, he brought home a toad. A big toad. Holding it by it's hind leg and dragging it to the house. Another offering.
This slightly concerns me. I wanted a cute house pet, and he's somehow been transformed into a ravenous hunter/gatherer with ritualistic tendancy. I would be suprised if I started finding heads of mice and voles perched on top of stakes, near small bonfires in the yard. I'm actually really afraid of this. He was really cute. Now he's scary....
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6 comments:
Enjoyable post. I tried in vain to save a vole from my cat just a few days ago. I grabbed the cat and frantically kicked at the bushes until the vole disappeared. I brought the cat inside for a little while to allow the vole a head start, but to my dismay, I found the vole dead beside the bush the next morning.
Nice cat, you have a funny style of writing, i enjoyed it.
some kids down the street caught a mouse once. There's a tragic end to this story that I'll leave mysterious aside from the fact that children these days need to be hit frequently by their parents.
Over/
Alycia.
get a fat cat
NO CHRIS. Unless I can have your's. He seems nice.
Hello Naomi, always a pleasure to read your blogs.This is quite a common behaviour in indoor / outside cats. Your cat has been graced with, warmth, love and kindness. I am sure has been a receiver of multiple back rubs and strange conversation by the houses occupants. He is seranaded by instrumental assortments and vocal appreciation, this cat knows a good thing! Your cat is thanking you the only way instinctually he knows how. By bringing you fresh kill.
It's another slant on "kitty treats"
Your cat is thank you Naomi, you can feel honored.
LOL
Namaste'
Halijo
In the solution.
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