the mighty hunter
Apr. 11th, 2004 06:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cellioEarlier this afternoon, Dani came up from the laundry room and told me there was a dead cat toy. We have assorted cat toys all over the place (you know, ones made out of cloth and stuffing and the like), and every now and then one will be so chewed/ripped up that it's time to toss it, so I figured that's what he meant.
Not so.
That was the largest mouse I have ever seen -- which means it probably wasn't a mouse, but I am steadfastly refusing to consider that option. (I mean, our house is clean, we live in a good neighborhood, we take the trash out... what have we done to earn critters?) It was all self-contained -- no insides on the outside and so on -- which is some comfort. But... ew. I've cleaned up mouse-sized mice before and only been a little squeamish, but this was different.
So at least one of my cats is still a hunter, though I don't know which one(s). Fortunately, whoever it was enjoys the hunt more than the idea of dining on the results. Thanks for small miracles.
I just hope this was a singleton.
Not so.
That was the largest mouse I have ever seen -- which means it probably wasn't a mouse, but I am steadfastly refusing to consider that option. (I mean, our house is clean, we live in a good neighborhood, we take the trash out... what have we done to earn critters?) It was all self-contained -- no insides on the outside and so on -- which is some comfort. But... ew. I've cleaned up mouse-sized mice before and only been a little squeamish, but this was different.
So at least one of my cats is still a hunter, though I don't know which one(s). Fortunately, whoever it was enjoys the hunt more than the idea of dining on the results. Thanks for small miracles.
I just hope this was a singleton.
Re: Even great neighborhoods
Date: 2004-04-12 08:21 pm (UTC)That's probably a good thing. :-) The dog I grew up with (a collie/shepherd/something-else mix) loved to chase rabbits, but she was never known to catch one, much to my mother's relief. The Irish Setter we got later was too dumb to hunt, near as I can tell. They now have a golden retriever; I don't know his views on hunting. (The dog is 11 years old and quite arthritic, so this would be a philosophical rather than a practical evaluation. :-) )