Rodent Death Machine
This is Fish.
Note how proud of herself she looks.
Why, you ask? Because she has proved herself a great and mighty huntress.
The mouse Tazendra caught but let get away the other night didn't make it past Fish. She was sleeping on my bed when she woke suddenly, jumped up, and started digging in the corner. I saw a flash of brown, and knew she had the mouse cornered. Suddenly, she backed away, agitated. Thinking she'd lost it, I came over, pulled the mattress up and looked under the bookshelf, then behind the printer cabinet. No mouse.
Thinking it'd run under the computer table, I turned to urge the cat that way, when I saw that she already had the mouse dangling from her mouth and a look of almost total surprise on her face.
She would have finished it herself -- eventually. It was badly hurt and definitely a goner, but I was not much interested in watching it suffer while she slapped it around. I took it away from her, humanely finished the job, and gave it back to her to play with as encouragement.
I know, I know, diseases, unsanitary, blah blah blah. She'd already had her mouth all over it, and I really do want her to catch any further mice she sees.
She had a lovely time playing with it, and the look on her face was so beatific I had to get a few pictures.
I debated whether I should post these, because some people are probably going to get offended that I grabbed a camera instead of shedding a tear and carrying the body out of the house on a little lace pillow to give over to the magical yard fairies for solemn burial. I eventually decided to go ahead, because, well, it's my journal, and cats killing mice just doesn't bother me.
These were all taken over the space of about a minute, which was the longest I wanted to leave her with it. I won't make you look. It's all under the cut. There is no gore, not even any broken skin. There is a lot of Fish hilarity, though, and some mega crazy-face.
The victim. We will all pretend it is really impressive.
"FOR ME?!"
Note the manic look on her face.
Manic goes to flat-out crazy.
Here you can see that she's sort of playing with it and sort of rolling around on it.
A look of complete insanity. This one must be seen full size to be appreciated. She was rubbing her head on it, her eyes wide and glazed, her mouth open and nose wrinkled in a combination snarl and yawn of ecstasy.
She was so happy.
Insert "has a flavor" joke here.
Beginning to calm down a bit from her killing frenzy.
Or, well, not.
Again, these pictures were all taken after the mouse had been humanely dispatched. My sympathy for destructive and disease-bearing vermin is small, and frankly, my cats are welcome to kill anything they can catch that comes into the house, but I still don't like to watch animals suffer and I would not have taken pictures of my cat tormenting a still-living thing.
Unless that living thing was me or Sargon or one of the other cats, obviously. We're fair game.
I do want to make you look at this one, because Fish has amazing eyes. When the flash hits them just right, the pupil turns emerald green. So pretty!
You would never guess that she is a fat, grey juggernaut of DEATH.
Note how proud of herself she looks.
Why, you ask? Because she has proved herself a great and mighty huntress.
The mouse Tazendra caught but let get away the other night didn't make it past Fish. She was sleeping on my bed when she woke suddenly, jumped up, and started digging in the corner. I saw a flash of brown, and knew she had the mouse cornered. Suddenly, she backed away, agitated. Thinking she'd lost it, I came over, pulled the mattress up and looked under the bookshelf, then behind the printer cabinet. No mouse.
Thinking it'd run under the computer table, I turned to urge the cat that way, when I saw that she already had the mouse dangling from her mouth and a look of almost total surprise on her face.
She would have finished it herself -- eventually. It was badly hurt and definitely a goner, but I was not much interested in watching it suffer while she slapped it around. I took it away from her, humanely finished the job, and gave it back to her to play with as encouragement.
I know, I know, diseases, unsanitary, blah blah blah. She'd already had her mouth all over it, and I really do want her to catch any further mice she sees.
She had a lovely time playing with it, and the look on her face was so beatific I had to get a few pictures.
I debated whether I should post these, because some people are probably going to get offended that I grabbed a camera instead of shedding a tear and carrying the body out of the house on a little lace pillow to give over to the magical yard fairies for solemn burial. I eventually decided to go ahead, because, well, it's my journal, and cats killing mice just doesn't bother me.
These were all taken over the space of about a minute, which was the longest I wanted to leave her with it. I won't make you look. It's all under the cut. There is no gore, not even any broken skin. There is a lot of Fish hilarity, though, and some mega crazy-face.
The victim. We will all pretend it is really impressive.
"FOR ME?!"
Note the manic look on her face.
Manic goes to flat-out crazy.
Here you can see that she's sort of playing with it and sort of rolling around on it.
A look of complete insanity. This one must be seen full size to be appreciated. She was rubbing her head on it, her eyes wide and glazed, her mouth open and nose wrinkled in a combination snarl and yawn of ecstasy.
She was so happy.
Insert "has a flavor" joke here.
Beginning to calm down a bit from her killing frenzy.
Or, well, not.
Again, these pictures were all taken after the mouse had been humanely dispatched. My sympathy for destructive and disease-bearing vermin is small, and frankly, my cats are welcome to kill anything they can catch that comes into the house, but I still don't like to watch animals suffer and I would not have taken pictures of my cat tormenting a still-living thing.
Unless that living thing was me or Sargon or one of the other cats, obviously. We're fair game.
I do want to make you look at this one, because Fish has amazing eyes. When the flash hits them just right, the pupil turns emerald green. So pretty!
You would never guess that she is a fat, grey juggernaut of DEATH.