Last Friday: A true slaughter in my house. I came downstairs in the morning to a huge pile of bunny innards on the dining room floor, which was smeared with blood. Only later in the day did I find the rest of the bloodbath, the bunny’s head and upper body behind the couch, more viscera and a large bloodstain on the rug and woodwork. Really horrible.
Yesterday:
1. Phoebe calls to me “Mama, Evangelina [murdering cat] has a bunny. I think it’s dead because it’s not hopping around”. Oh great. 3 year old PTSD anyone?
2. Dead mouse in my rain boot. Discovered when putting the boot on my bare foot to run outside. Almost impossible to dump out, had to fish it out with a stick. At least that explains the smell in my guest room that I couldn’t track down a couple of months ago.
Today:
1. Sodden deceased mole brought in by the other murdering cat. This is so tame and run of the mill that I am almost relieved.
2. Phoebe comes in the kitchen: “Mama there’s a frog on the sheepskin in the living room. Can I please be the one to get it off there? Please please?” Me (hoping against hope, despite my amphibian phobia): “Is it alive?” Phoebe: “I think it’s dead”
Really. Too much, really too much.
I grew up with a cat like this! I remember letting her into the house and her dropping a bird on the floor, only the bird wasn’t dead, so it just started to fly and bleed all over our family room! And on Easter, she killed a bunny and my sister was screaming, “Fluffy killed the Easter Bunny”, as my father dutifully got out the shovel to hide its remains. . .I was so used to seeing the little guts of mice on our front step.
Needless to say, when I got two cats of my own, I made them indoor cats, although I lived in the woods once for a few years and was happy that my male cat knew how to hunt mice! One memorable night, I shut him in the bathroom with a mouse and let him play with it to death.
Yeah, it is too much.
ewwww!
Oh dear! My current kitties are all indoor kitties so they don’t (hopefully) have much opportunity for hunting. I did have a cat once who went out and used to bring home mice that he sawed in half so that we could “share.” My half was placed on MY side of the double bed!
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