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I'm gonna kill him, I am, I'm not kidding. we shite.
Went downstairs to get sellotape to wrap up a package to post and noticed blood on the kitchen floor, looked at the dog, he looked at me and gulped (Twasn't me dad honest!)
upon closer inspection there is blood spatter all over the kitchen floor, through on the living room carpet, a bit of gut and what looked like massive fish eggs (like big caviar) WTF has happened here. Looked at patience (my tiny killer cat) "twasn't me dad, i been here on this seat allllll morning, honest"
S>C>R>A>M>B>L>E I am going to killlllllllll you.
after about 6 and a half years he has decided he better start hunting like a proper cat.
So it has possibly been him all along the past few weeks. I come down to a little pile of intestine on the living room floor, ewwwwwwwwwwww gross. And he let a mouse go in there and gave up and went to sleep. if it wasn't for the dog letting me know the NEXT EVENING and we found the poor frightened critter behind the bookcase.
Had a look on google and I think the "egg things" are possibly Slug eggs. Oh man, really. is that the fastest thing he can catch !!!! and why spread it about the entire downstairs of the house.
I'm well grossed out and not at all happy with him.
I had a cat, years ago: Baby rabbit season .... every morning the kitchen floor would be littered with headless baby rabbits
The one we have now gets the birds We know when he is in the garden because the local bird population posts lookouts and make a hell of a row when they see him. The other evening, I looked out of the window to see the daft creature launching himself into a bush. I told hubby "think the cat just attacked a bush ??? " Next thing we know, he strolls in the door holding half a bush in his mouth, never seen anything so daft in my life. He didn't put it down for about 10mins, when he did, we realised there was a bird right in the middle of it! As a kitten he used to proudly present us with worms, and get upset when we threw them out.
Birds. Bear in mind that my cats are a year old, and have only been going outside since April.
It started with a starling chick - mutilated but still alive, I had to put it out of its misery when Buttons (or Feline of Satan, to give him his official title) dragged it in and played with it. Then it was a blue tit, then a blackbird.
Last week in the morning it was a collared dove - dead as a dodo, if only half the size (although still nearly the same size as FoS). He defended it with gusto, but I got it off him eventually and disposed of it in a sober way. Now, collared doves are always seen in pairs, and in the evening the other one of the pair must have come looking for its mate. Seeing an opportunity to reclaim his prize, Buttons had that one as well. I chased him around the garden, over the fence into the neighbour's garden before he gave it up when he realized he couldn't jump the high fence with it in his mouth.
Since then it's just been sticks (he loves sticks), but at this rate it'll be an ostrich next week, or a zebra.
Rosie, my other cat, is as lazy a house cat as they come. The only thing that gets her moving is food - and that includes insects and bugs. If it buzzes near her, she'll have it.
see my little one (patience), "the oldest of the three animals @ 8yo" is a natural born killer, vole after vole after shrew after sparrow, finch, blackbird, robin etc etc you get the point. The ONLY time "the beast" aka Scramble ever brought anything home was at 6 months old. Gail came home from work 2 days in a row to find a mid sized bunny on the doorstep. then nothing for 7 bloody years until about a month ago. ahhhhhhhh.
Scramble is the most vocal cat i have ever known, more so than a Siamese and that is saying something. He delicately THUDS down from the kitchen window and announces to all and sundry "I'm home now, hear me roar puny humans!" "Now feed me" he goes Brrrrup meow brrrup every time he jumps anywhere BUT. seems to be silent when it comes to leaving a trail of destruction downstairs. grrrrrrrrr. and to think when he was a kitty, I used to hold him up so he could catch daddy long legs (Gail scared shitless of them). Why did i bother all those years ago. I do love him, he was only about 4 weeks old and not weaned when i rescued him from the "evil lady" and Gail and I spend days and nights bottle feeding him to health. This is my reward. !!!!
Best one I know of is one of my wifes cats, before I met her she was greeted by the head and multitude of feathers in the kitchen.... her little ginger tom had found, caught, and brought through the catflap..... A MACAW