Thanks, Kang
July 18, 2010 - 11:19 am
Irradiated by LabRat
Irradiated by LabRat
Some people’s cats enliven their mornings with gifts of eviscerated lizards and mice. My cat does not do this. However, one of my dogs does, only with… somewhat larger animals.
*gak*
July 18th, 2010 at 11:53 am
Don’t leave us hanging! What was it?
July 18th, 2010 at 12:27 pm
I used to work with a guy who owned a blue heeler. The problem with the dog was that it liked cats. Every time it caught one, it would peel the hide off, eat the organs, gnaw off most of the meat, and crunch down all of the bones except the skull.
July 18th, 2010 at 12:29 pm
Heh. Try stepping on half of an eel with bare feet at 2am in the morning on your way to the loo, courtesy of the family cat. *YICK*. No, I still don’t know how he caught it.
Matt
July 18th, 2010 at 1:08 pm
Alan: when I called her in for breakfast, she dropped half a squirrely very nearly on top of my bare feet.
July 18th, 2010 at 1:12 pm
Few years back a lady I was going with called one evening: “Can you come over right now?!?”, very panicky voice.
“What’s wrong?”
“The dog brought a squirrel in the house!”
And my first thought and question was “Is it alive?” I had a vision of the dog and it doing laps through the place.
July 18th, 2010 at 2:44 pm
Audie brings me such gifts regularly and I suck it up and praise him for it. Woodchucks, the chipmunk that was tunneling under the deck, the squirrel that eviscerated my bird feeder. Boy has an oddly charming ability to eliminate the most annoying vermin around the place.
Between him and the resident owl population, finding odd bits of disembodied pieces and parts in our yard has become a somewhat regular event.
Thankfully he has not brought any into the house. Yet.
July 18th, 2010 at 3:36 pm
Mah kitteh eviscerated the lizards, but only to eat said viscera. Those Cuban Anoles are right pretty inside, and obviously the insides are right yummy to at least one kitteh. He left the skulls lying around. Now, the palm rats, yup, he’d leave about half of each of them before the front door.
July 18th, 2010 at 3:43 pm
Oh, I mind the time Lucy, the only girl-cat I ever had, was pregnant. I was living in Atlanta, with all of the oaks and tree-rats. I woke up one morning to find her sitting on my chest and just dropping a recently-killed but still-twitching intact squirrel onto my chest. I said “Good Kitty!”, set it down beside the bed and went back to sleep.
A bit later, she was on my chest again, waking me up. She had the squirrel’s liver in her mouth and dropped it on me as soon as she saw me awake. I gave that back to her, too….
July 18th, 2010 at 3:51 pm
P.s. She never ate the tails. I eventually had a nice little collection of squirrel tails in the corner of the bedroom. I had to toss them when the smell got too bad. I sometimes wish that I had preserved them.
July 18th, 2010 at 5:19 pm
I had a tomcat that liked to bring rabbits home.
At least, they appeared to be rabbit-shaped. Sort of. Usually, they would just be the gut-sack next to most of a carcass, minus the skin and the more tasty organs.
Clean up involved a shovel and a hose. We never did figure out what he did with the skins…
God I miss that cat.
July 18th, 2010 at 5:25 pm
SD- Kang is lethal enough on the local wildlife that I’m very used to cleaning up carcasses and bits of carcasses, but when I’m still in roughly step two or three of my day having such things dropped at my feet is more than I can handle with grace. I’m afraid I forgot to praise as well.
July 18th, 2010 at 5:44 pm
Years ago, my parents had a neighbor who had a husky.
One day, the husky was out front, playing with my parents’ poodle (standard poodle; they took turns chasing each other), when he took a mind to run into another neighbor’s back yard, whence he emerged carrying a duck.
Arriving home, he proudly deposited the duck at the feet of his person… and he just couldn’t understand why everyone seemed to be upset with him.
The duck waddled off indignantly, and lived another couple of years before being killed by a suburban raccoon.
July 18th, 2010 at 5:52 pm
The House Rules clearly state “anything not bipedal is on the menu”, and all I ever find is a bit of a tail or perhaps a leg/foot subassembly.
Good kitties!
July 19th, 2010 at 5:14 am
The definition of “too stupid to live” is a rabbit that comes voluntarily inside a Greyhound turnout.
Friends who live in the Hollywood hills have a couple of 80+ pound retired racers. The area had problems with coyotes eating people’s Poodles until the ‘yote got in my friends’ yard.
They picked up what was left of ol’ Wile E. with the pooper-scooper.
July 19th, 2010 at 6:33 am
Sighthounds are death on intruding “wildlife”, and distinguish them from “social” animals. Mine will touch noses with a cat indoors, one that doesn’t flee. But a couple of times cats have come over the fence at night to raid my pigeon loft, having to get past 5 salukis- “too dumb to live” as Hecate says. Most have been treed. But one morning sweet little Larissa came up wagging, carrying the front half of a huge scarred tomcat, proud as she could be. You don’t know quite what to say…
July 19th, 2010 at 9:58 am
One of our cats once gave us half a rabbit on Easter morning.
Then there was the ‘cooperation’ in squirrel hunting. There was a squirrel in a tree, one of the cats went after it, and the squirrel left the tree, running across the ground to try to get to a different tree. The dog ambushed the squirrel when it was halfway to the other tree, not chasing it, but hitting it an an angle in a perfect interception course.
Whenever the dog got a squirrel, it would eat the whole thing, leaving us to clean up the fur and bits of bone with a rake.
July 19th, 2010 at 5:52 pm
Akitas aren’t sighthounds, but they sure as hell are predators.
She got another one today. The yearlings are out and about and Kang’s tearing through them like a combine through a wheatfield.
July 20th, 2010 at 10:28 am
I was sick one day in bed and my oldest male dog felt like he needed to take care of me. So he hopped up on the bed and waited for me to look at him. As soon as I opened my eyes, he wagged his tail vigorously and drooped the present he brought me: a dead bird. Just what you need when you spent the entire morning puking.
July 20th, 2010 at 1:48 pm
I had a cat once that depopulated an entire field in upstate New York of mice and then moles. (Estimated, based on the fact she eventually stopped bringing us mice in favor of moles, and evntually stopped bringing us moles in favor of shrews.) It turns out that if you, as a housemate did, yell at a hunting cat for getting underfoot and throw it outside, it might apologize by bringing you 9 mice carcasses, spread evenly around every entrance to the house.
I had another cat when I was a kid that would, every once in a while, leave squirrel and chipmunk tails on the front porch. One day we found a (live) bat inside the house. That one impressed us because we have no idea how she got it inside in one piece.
July 20th, 2010 at 4:00 pm
One cat I grew up with used to bring his bipeds stunned but otherwise (mostly) unhurt mice. I think he was sick of being the only mouser in the house, and wanted to teach us how to hunt the little bastards so he could spend more time napping.