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Welcome to Feline Friday. This is Ms. Annie. She looks pretty innocent here, but she is a very active hunter.
Annie provided us one of those awkward social moments on Sunday evening. We had friends over for dinner, and took them out to show off our almost-completed deck looking out towards the ocean. Meda moved a chair out of the way, and there was a very large, very dead rat that Ms. Annie apparently brought home from the hunt. At least this one hadn’t been gnawed on. Thank heaven for small favors.
Before Meda could divert attention elsewhere, Maggie turned around and saw…it. I didn’t see any of this happening, but I could tell from the look on Maggie’s face that something was quite wrong. She tried to keep it light, but was obviously aghast at the sight of that rat. I guess cat people get somewhat immune to such things, but that’s not the case for “normal” people. We hustled them past the rat and back into the house before I did my job, which is disposing of rats and rat parts. Definitely not the best lead-in to dinner.
Oh, well. So it goes.
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Just as kids say the darnedest things, pets do the darnedest things. Of course, we love them nonetheless.
I used to have several Jack Russell Terriers who are born and bred ratters. One of mine upped the ante on Ms. Annie several times: she surreptitiously brought her kill into the house for us to enjoy, knowing just how proud of her we would be!
Now THAT was a conversation piece.
Two of our best hunters have been females. Annie, the current hunter, and Ms. Kili, who has largely given up the daily prowl.
Several times, Kili came home carrying a big rat and deposited it, unharmed, in the kitchen or living room. Then she would stand back while the other cats ran for cover. We decided she was trying to teach the younger cats about hunting, but they didn’t want anything to do with a live rat. One of those rats hid somewhere in our bedroom for a couple of days, much to Meda’s dismay, before Kili finally understood that it was her job to do something about it. In the middle of the night, we heard a very brief commotion. In the morning, the rat was declared officially deceased.
Ah, cats!
Touche, Ian! (or Annie and Kili)
It’s just like a cat to not only bring the rat into the house but bring it in alive to torment occupants both feline and human and to quietly snicker behind a facial expression that says “Wot? Boddah you? OK, I will deign to take care of your problem (when I’m good and ready).”
Yes, indeed, “Ah, cats!”
haha! Amusing stories!