Show us your pets!

[wackyjacky1]

I haven't posted a pic of my critters in a while, so here are the kitties critiquing the portrait I drew of them.

[TsPoet]

I haven't posted a pic of my critters in a while, so here are the kitties critiquing the portrait I drew of them.

That's terrific! And they look like themselves - the upright dignity and the curious look at the drawing.

[lph]

Ah, the joys of having a bloodthirsty predator in the house again. Friday evening I watched Lyra hunt her first mouse, a tiny little shrew. She sat avidly watching the one end of the hedgerow in our back garden, while I could see a tiny grey shadow sneaking down on tiny little feet down towards the other end, until wham! she saw it too and came flying down. Lots of hysterical squeaking. She was in no hurry to kill the poor thing, though, so the shrew got to run hysterically up and down quite a few times... Thankfully she did get to the point after a while, and brought the shrew out, almost dead. I couldn't stand it any more then and thunked a rock on its head. She then grabbed the little corpse and brought it proudly inside, through the entire house and down the stairs, to play with it inside our closet, promptly "losing" it under the low bottom shelf. "Oops, looky, mom, I can't get hold of it!" Yay. Cat and mouse out the front door. In again through the cat flap in back 2 minutes later, this time to play on the living room carpet. New tactic - lots of praise, a reward of goats cheese, mouse spirited away meanwhile and thrown under the hedgerow in front. (I wasn't entirely certain it was dead, so I wanted to give it a sporting chance just in case.)

Next morning - she's been round the entire row of houses, sniffed her way through the hedges and found the bedraggled little corpse again. More praise, more goats cheese, mouse in the garbage this time.

So Sunday we come home to a RAT on the carpet. I can't wait to see what Shere Khan here comes home with next week... But I'll sure be checking under the bed and the low bottom shelf regularly from now on.

[NoNo]

Ah, the joys of having a bloodthirsty predator in the house again. Friday evening I watched Lyra hunt her first mouse, a tiny little shrew. She sat avidly watching the one end of the hedgerow in our back garden, while I could see a tiny grey shadow sneaking down on tiny little feet down towards the other end, until wham! she saw it too and came flying down. Lots of hysterical squeaking. She was in no hurry to kill the poor thing, though, so the shrew got to run hysterically up and down quite a few times... Thankfully she did get to the point after a while, and brought the shrew out, almost dead. I couldn't stand it any more then and thunked a rock on its head. She then grabbed the little corpse and brought it proudly inside, through the entire house and down the stairs, to play with it inside our closet, promptly "losing" it under the low bottom shelf. "Oops, looky, mom, I can't get hold of it!" Yay. Cat and mouse out the front door. In again through the cat flap in back 2 minutes later, this time to play on the living room carpet. New tactic - lots of praise, a reward of goats cheese, mouse spirited away meanwhile and thrown under the hedgerow in front. (I wasn't entirely certain it was dead, so I wanted to give it a sporting chance just in case.)

Next morning - she's been round the entire row of houses, sniffed her way through the hedges and found the bedraggled little corpse again. More praise, more goats cheese, mouse in the garbage this time.

So Sunday we come home to a RAT on the carpet. I can't wait to see what Shere Khan here comes home with next week... But I'll sure be checking under the bed and the low bottom shelf regularly from now on.

A RAT?! That makes me so glad Ruthie's an indoor cat. I couldn't deal with finding dead things around the house. She's not even that great about killing insects. Pretty much useless as a hunter, unless it's my legs or some object I'm trying to use.

[lph]

"Oi! Wake up!! You were so much fun ten minutes ago!"

[Biciclista]

beautiful cat, LPH

[marni]

years ago I took a still alive bird from my cat as he dragged it into the house and down the stairs. At the time we were living in a European row house, it was summer so most of the doors to the second floor balconies on the back and the attic balconies in the front were open because of the heat. The next day the cat came in proudly dragging a leather mule style slipper with a rabbit fur ball on its' toe. I took that away from him and he went off in a huff. For the next couple of weeks, he would show up with random items, mostly soft and or furry. Socks, scarves, the slipper repeatedly, stuffed toys, balls of knitting yarn, soft towels etc. It got to the point wher I would collect everything into a basket and go from neighbor to neighbor, allowing them to reclaim their "borrowed" items. Several times it became apparent that he was going further afield than just our row of 6 houses because about half of the items were unclaimed!

Finally we got a cold spell and the balcony and attic doors were closed so his crime wave ended. Fortunately my neighbors were very understanding. The teenage daughter who owned the slippers even offered to buy him his own pair, but I managed to convince her that if she would just lock up her slippers that would help.

Several years later when we were getting ready to move, I found another whole pile of uncliamed stuff under a cupboard.

Several of my former neighbors continued to inquire after the"kleptomaniac" cat until he died.

marni