My Cat, the Necrophiliac
I have a small yard which also serves as my cat, Scratchy's, jungle hunting preserve. There's a large bush in the middle of the yard and it's something to watch her go airborne and plunge into it to catch a bird (so far she hasn't landed any, thank god).
The other day I noticed her nuzzling a small gray lump on my landing. I looked more closely and saw that it was a mouse corpse. And not just any mouse corpse, no, this was a dried and mummified relic that she'd obviously been treasuring for months, like a Jibaro headhunter or Jeff Dahmer. I quickly tossed the carcass and she became frantic, scrambling everywhere to find her trophy.
Dear Scratchy, I'll never think of you in quite the same way again.
The other day I noticed her nuzzling a small gray lump on my landing. I looked more closely and saw that it was a mouse corpse. And not just any mouse corpse, no, this was a dried and mummified relic that she'd obviously been treasuring for months, like a Jibaro headhunter or Jeff Dahmer. I quickly tossed the carcass and she became frantic, scrambling everywhere to find her trophy.
Dear Scratchy, I'll never think of you in quite the same way again.