Themistocles the Lion

[varmint]

cat is almost a year old now. and has taken to killing everything in the yard.

my question is, why does he feel the need to bring me live critters? he will hop up on the desk and dump a still fluttering bird in front of me. it's getting gross.

[HardDrive]

Your failure to appreciate his generosity is not his problem.

[sc_rufctr]

You're his Alpha and he's paying dues.

It's like the soldiers paying their boss in an organised crime family.

[WPOZZZ]

He's showing his appreciation for taking care of him.

[john70t]

My hit man brought in 15-20 moles over the years.
Good boy.

He can't jump due to getting nailed by a car or something else heavy(a chipped pelvic bone and piece of ear).
Birds are safe.
All is good.

[scottmandue]

We have those big green flying beetles right now... cats bat them down... pick them up in their mouth... and bring them inside live and undamaged. I think it is funny... my wife? Not so much.

[fanaudical]

Beautiful cat.

He's just bringing you game as a sign of affection, and he's bring them in live so that you can enjoy the kill. (Yes - cats really do think this way.)

[dafischer]

It's so special when they bring home a live one. That's when it becomes a participation game.
Usually involves mice.
A. Let's see if we can get the cat to drop it.
B. Let's see if we can catch it, now that he's dropped it.
C. Let's see if I can make it to the bathroom before it gets out of my glove and runs up my arm.
D. Let's see if I can get it square in the toilet, for swimming lessons.
E. Flush

[Jon B]

Originally Posted by varmint

...why does he feel the need to bring me live critters?

He'd bring you Caramel Frappuccinos, but you won't let him borrow the car.

[varmint]

i am specifically curious as to why he brings me the live ones. the dead ones end up on my girlfriend's pillow.

but the still twitching things are brought to me.

[varmint]

thee belly rub face. also know as the ten seconds before i claw you look.

[Don Ro]

^ ^ ^ ^ ^

I'm not a cat person but that photo is darling.
Contentment.

[Steve Carlton]

He heard you mumble in your sleep "I like killing crippled birds and eating them. Yummm."

[widebody911]

[scottmandue]

Originally Posted by varmint

thee belly rub face. also know as the ten seconds before i claw you look.

We call Marshall the "two stroke kitty":

Marshall's get up and feed me face,



Lily is the big, clumsy, love mush... however she is the one I saw knocking down, capturing the beetle, picking it up and bringing it outside:

Lily, waiting for her next victim, Toy mouse in her mouth right now.. she picks it up and carries it around with her... when she doesn't have a beetle in her mouth.

[gacook]

My old cat (loved her so much) loved terrorizing my wife/kids. Things that crawled (lizards, mice), she would catch and bring into the house live, and let it go wherever the most people were gathered. Birds, she would kill, take to one of the kids' rooms and absolutely SHRED them--feathers everywhere.

She never did these things when I was home.

[widebody911]

Last weekend I got ~ 6:30 and went outside to feed the "stray" cats; one of them didn't show up to chow call. Looked further out in the yard and she was feasting on a fresh dove. "You slept in, so I got my own breakfast, thanks..."

[ckelly78z]

We have our barn cats, and our inside cats (we keep them separated). You should feel honored that he is showing you his gifts, he could be hiding them somwhere that you would eventually smell.

[Eric Hahl]

The Cat's Diary

Day 983 of My Captivity

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...

[varmint]

have been reading some online.


one theory is that the cat thinks i'm stupid. he's treating me like a slow kitten who needs to be taught to hunt. he's dropping these wounded critters on my desk so i can practice killing.