Magical Sailor Fuku

It's that time of the year when there's a boom in the rodent and critter population, and guess where a lot of them are ending up? As carcasses in our house. :O I guess you'll have that with four cats... They've brought in at least a dozen moles and chipmunks (together, not separately), two birds, a small lizard and two rabbits. Well, one baby rabbit and one that was adolescent or so. That lattermost one inspired me to make this post because they brought it in last night and we had tossed it back outside. But they brought it back in this afternoon; well, its head and most of one of its hind feet, anyway.

Oh, cats will win your heart every time. ^_^;;

That is Reason # 1,443,268,246 that Dogs are superior to cats.

When I had cats, I was always somewhat flattered that they wanted to share their kills with me. I would take it and wait until they weren't watching to dispose of the body so in this case I am with Nikkou.

Yeah, that rings a bell. Kitty always wanted to present her catches to us at some point, usually after she was done playing with them. Though we were lucky in that she never dismembered anything. To her, little moles or whatever were basically running, squealing toys for her to bat around and stuff. We suspect that in basically all cases, she accidentally broke their necks while playing with them. So we'd just praise her and tell her she was a good girl for showing it to us, then bury it behind the shed once she lost interest in it.

Rowan wrote:That is Reason # 1,443,268,246 that Dogs are superior to cats.

I think they pretty much even out. A cat's litter can smell, but a dog itself can smell regularly if not bathed (and what a hassle that could turn out to be!). Cats don't need to be bathed under normal circumstances but, when they do, you better get your final will and testament done. In the end it just depends on the personality of either animal; either one can be trouble or accommodating depending on a bunch of stuffs.

Raleigh:

For them, taking their kills (well, half the time they're not dead) into the house just seems to be a more reassuring environment for them, so no outsider takes them. In fact, just a few weeks ago they had brought in a live chipmunk (and, thinking of which, they did bring in one squirrel not too long ago) that managed to escape them and run from one hiding place to another in the house for two or three days. When it finally got near a door, and I noticed it, I opened up the back door so it could get out. I don't know what had had happened after that, but a dead chipmunk ended up in our living room later that day. <.<;

Gwen:

Well, I guess you can hope that they broke their neck. A lot of land animals tend to have an instinct, or learned preference, to go after the neck.

Oh, and do you remember Baron? Well, for some weeks he hasn't returned. I don't know why, but I can only guess that the other cats finally drove him away. They kept attacking him to the point where he'd urinate and defecate whenever he got in a tussle. I hope he's doing well, wherever he is.

The name Baron rings a bell, yes. Poor little thing.... I'm sorry he got chased out like that. It's sad. I hope he finds peace, wherever he is.

Ehh, I live in the country so all animals are kept outside. They brought their kills and placed them in front of the door in my case so that is why I viewed it as an attempt to share.

My cat back home used to be quite the mouser but now he's 11 years old and has retired. His favourite things to play with were grasshoppers. He'd remove part of their leg so they could only do an uncontrolled helpless 1 foot jump, and bat them out of the air as they did so. I love my cats, but it sure is a good thing I'm bigger than they are x_X

Well, there are bigger "cats" out there. ;p

I think I know why cats brings their kills to us. I beleve that cats think we are the alphas and we should get first pick of kills.

I think it's more likely that they think of us as one of theirs, so they occasionally bring back a portion of their overall kills to make sure we don't die of hunger. ;p

This all makes my cat seem...not great. I think she killed one thing. A bird that kept taunting her. The stupid thing flew to close, and she jumped on it. Never brought it to us, so the bird just got tossed in the woods.

My dog on the other hand. Some time last winter, during a large snowstoem, found a mouse. He took great joy in tossing it around the yard, while it was still alive and even after it was dead. It was tossed out of the yard by my brother, and got frozen to the sidewalk for a few months.

My dog's already managed to kill two birds, and almost got a third one (I managed to get it out of his area before he massacred it)...