Don't you just love it when you come downstairs in the morning and are welcomed by the sight of a baseball-sized pile of rabbit guts in the front hallway? Or when you step into the bathroom first thing after you wake up, and see blood and feathers spattered all over the white tiles and woodwork?
That's what's happened to me these past two mornings.
Actually, I'm pretty sure I know who the culprit is. The other cats will catch an occasional cicada, moth, or vole. But when it comes to the "big game" of rabbits and birds, it's almost always the work of our Maine Coon cat Lugh.
He's an active, athletic cat, and I don't mind the fact that he hunts. I just wish he didn't feel the need to drag his kills in through the cat door and disassemble them in the middle of the floor.
Ken says if either of us ever disappears under mysterious circumstances, the other one is going to be in big trouble, because when the police come to search the place, their Luminol is going to show traces of blood EVERYWHERE.
Yeah, just try to explain to the nice policeman that all that blood came from 487 different mice, birds, rabbits, and voles our cats brought in over the course of years!
ROTFLMAO! As the owner of a proud hunter, I understand completely. Our difference is that we don't have a self-service cat door, so we see the game before it comes inside. We just tell him to finish his snack outside and then he can come in.
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Yes, that's one of the disadvantages of the cat door. On the other hand, it takes less time to clean up the carnage than it does to stand next to the door all day letting 8 cats in and out (and in, and out, and in...)
ReplyDeleteThere was another "trophy" last night in the living room. Our other hunter, Sterling, brought a live rat into the living room, where Ken's puppy stole it from him, killed it, and proceeded to use it as a chew toy.
It's like having the Nature Channel, live, right in house with us!
You definitely don't need TV for drama. But you might want to have a little chat with Lugh about kitty karma - he who lives by the sword ... I had a hunter too, but he wound up being the hunted when a pack of coyotes got him. I hope your precious doesn't wind up on somebody's dinner plate.
ReplyDeleteOh, my, I loved the luminol comment. I could just picture the crew from CSI in your house spraying and everythinh lighting up.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoy your stories.
In answer to the first paragraph - oh yes. I just love baseball sized piles of rabbit guts...oh wait, nope. Never have had that happen - yet. Ah, Lugh. Definitely not surprised. :-)
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