On other cat news
So it seems I'm finally ready to learn how to feed my family.
Allow me to explain ...
Cats teach their young to hunt by bringing them small animals and letting them play with these. @, my ~2 Y.O. male cat has been doing this for my ~1 Y.O. female kitty, Toto, usually bringing her lizards and then stepping back while she plays hide-and-seek with the little guys. Being our first cat he learned on his own, which resulted in a few hilarious situations, like the time he caught one of my mother's chickens (not for long, the chicken eventually won).
Well, today he came rushing to me while I was about to get into the house. Toto ran out at the same time I noticed @ was holding a small mouse; she of course noticed too, and pestered him all over the yard. They kept returning to me -- or at least @ did; Toto just followed him around like the world's most persistent paparazzo. Finally I got her back into the house, wondering how I was going to make @ drop the dead little body ... when @ just came to me one more time, delivered his gruesome cargo at my feet, and stepped back.
So of course the mouse was alive (if a bit shocked), and ran away before I realized what was happening. According to the look @ gave me, I think he believes me the world's lousiest hunter.
Wondering whether trying to get a drink is a wise idea.
This entry is also posted at DW.
Allow me to explain ...
Cats teach their young to hunt by bringing them small animals and letting them play with these. @, my ~2 Y.O. male cat has been doing this for my ~1 Y.O. female kitty, Toto, usually bringing her lizards and then stepping back while she plays hide-and-seek with the little guys. Being our first cat he learned on his own, which resulted in a few hilarious situations, like the time he caught one of my mother's chickens (not for long, the chicken eventually won).
Well, today he came rushing to me while I was about to get into the house. Toto ran out at the same time I noticed @ was holding a small mouse; she of course noticed too, and pestered him all over the yard. They kept returning to me -- or at least @ did; Toto just followed him around like the world's most persistent paparazzo. Finally I got her back into the house, wondering how I was going to make @ drop the dead little body ... when @ just came to me one more time, delivered his gruesome cargo at my feet, and stepped back.
So of course the mouse was alive (if a bit shocked), and ran away before I realized what was happening. According to the look @ gave me, I think he believes me the world's lousiest hunter.
Wondering whether trying to get a drink is a wise idea.
This entry is also posted at DW.