Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been? TraditionalI'm not complaining, really I'm not...well, actually I am. *sigh* I know, I know. If I will keep cats, especially cats like Kirby, then the odd victim is bound to land on my doorstep. He looks so sweet. Such a pretty cat but he is totally feral.
Having one of my boys home I am constantly losing a cat outside after I have safely brought them in for the night & it is always Kirby who escapes & it is Kirby who hunts. Dino just doesn't see why I insist on the cats coming in at night but tonight is why. EEEEEW! Sooo, so, gross.
Now keeping cats I expect to have to rescue the odd bird, a stray bandicoot or two, even the occasional snake & we all know I'm a sucker for those itsy~bitsy field mice with their black button eyes & twitchety whiskers. The cats can take down all the rats they can catch & those huge ugly mice that look like they're seriously on steroids. That's what I keep cats for. I seriously do not like vermin. What they do out of my sight & I never know about is unlikely to bother me. If they behave like rabid nut cases in plain view I have serious issues.
It's not that this mouse was the size of the Sydney Opera House ~ more or less. We all know how phobias enlarge things out of proportion. No. It was large but very, very dead. Believe me this is a good thing. The dead bit seemed to have completely escaped Kirby's attention. He was tossing that body about like a pro ball player. This is a cat thing & I might have coped if that's all he was doing. Simply remove one's cat, dispose of the body & while the cat may run round dementedly sniffing the ground there is no real issue. It was the removing the cat bit that got decidedly icky.
Why do I end up with cats that act more like a dog ~ notably beagles, who are notorious for rolling round in the smelliest things they can find ~ & believe me, they find them! Yep. Kirby was madly in love with his prize. He was rubbing himself all over the body in an absolute frenzy. Oh, pleeeese. There is no way! Absolutely. no. way. that cat is coming anywhere near my face!
Worse, nary a man in sight when I need one so I lit the fire & disposed of the body that way from the end of a very long handled shovel. Worse, Marlow watched these antics & I could just see him thinking he now has a point to make & the next body to land on my doorstep is likely to be even bigger! Is it too late to go all Victorian & swoon?
8 comments:
LOL! I enjoyed this little story, because I am fond of cats, and you have such an entertaining way of expressing yourself AND cat behaviour. You had me hooked right until you spoke about the fire! eeek! double eeek! lol... did it smell like meat cooking on a barbie?
Not sure I want to know the answer to that ;)
Amanda: I cannot answer your scientific query. I didn't hang round to sniff & assess! ☺ We have an outside fire pit so I just tossed & ran.
oh!! I thought it was an inside fireplace! That's a relief lol. ;)
I call my cat "Margaret the Hun" because she draws, quarters and decapitates. Sometimes all I find is a tail.
Swoon away, but be advised, they are watching. ; )
Sandra: I've tended to have males because they are not usually so hunting obsessed. We can tell tales about Liddy's cat that are too gross for words! I may swoon anyway. UGH!!!
I think Ruby has picked up dog traits by watching the dogs through the back window whilst we are at work all day. I toss her a ball and she chases after it, just need to teach her to bring it back.
Ruby is an in-door cat but Charlie can come and go as she likes - but she is learning that it is much nicer being indoors at night where it is warm and to stay inside during winter. But she won't use the kitty litter tray so "holds" on all night or all day until she is allowed out (we don't have cat door as we have no where to put on)! She has never made a mess.
lol Jo: Ditz has taught 2 of our cats to fetch & bring the ball back to her ~ or at lest the Christmas tree bauble.
One cat won't go outdoors, the other wont go in. Complete circus. We have lots of bush so indoors is quite simply safer for everyone.
My indoor cat likes rolling around on and in my dog's ear, while she lies down and just allows him to do so. The funniest thing is that more matter how tricky we are are trying to record this, they both stop, sit up, and just look at us as if to say: "What?" (And you know how I am feeling about that kind of reply right now from my blog.) In fact, my cat has trained our last three dogs to do this and accept this torture from him...or else. Being that our dogs outweigh the cat four times over (one was six times), you can imagine that the "or else" is far worse than a tickling ear now and then.
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