That bird with its throat ripped out is a love gift because you're a lousy hunter

[packman]

Never forget the time my mother in her bare feet stepped on a rat whose throat was ripped out by our family cat, who was sitting on the porch chair cleaning itself.

I don't think my mother saw it as a love gift

[efhmc]

1. I get this. It was when our small female cat brought back a huge rat from the bayou

down from our house that I realized how much she loved us. Had to dispose of it before my kids came home from school. That was fun.

[dweller]

2. In the middle of the night

woke to relieve myself, bathroom had a nitelite so I’m half awake and becoming aware of the cat prancing around my feet triumphantly, so really opened my eyes to see in the shadows the headless rabbit he’d gifted me ... 😳

had a little trouble getting back to sleep after ...

✌🏻

[OAITW r.2.0]

3. Our nation's favorite domestic wild animal killers.

That's their nature.


No cats here, and I have to deal with the red squirrels who massacre my feeders while finding a home in my roof - no attic.

[58Sunliner]

4. I scolded my cat Tommy and put him outside. He brought me a bird about a half hour later.

[wnylib]

6. Peace offering after being scolded.

Maybe he thought you'd be less grouchy with him if you had your tummy filled with a proper diet instead of that strange stuff people eat.

[csziggy]

5. This is why I now have indoor only cats

Except for Lucas whose ambition is to spend nights outside. I keep telling the girl cats that he has a girl on the side since there is a calico that hangs around the house. I'm not sure if she is feral or belongs to someone in the neighborhood to the south.

Lucas has gotten out three times since he disappeared for a month - he's not very good at sneaking out. Now he is quick to come in the mornings when I call because I think he is a bad hunter.

[wnylib]

7. Several years ago we had a cat

that we let out at night. One morning I went out early on the front porch while it was still dark to pick up the morning paper. My bare foot stepped on something lumpy. When I switched on the porch light I saw that it was a headless mole.

Another time the same cat meowed to be let in but when I opened the door, I saw that he had something in his mouth as he scooted past me. My husband and I tried to corner the cat to see what it was. He ran behind a chair and dropped a bird on the floor.

When my husband tried to pick it up with a paper towel, it fluttered its wings and flew to the ceiling. We opened the door and tried to guide it through.

So there's my husband waving the paper towel at the bird while I'm using a broom to block one direction and push in another. Meantime, the cat is following both of us, leaping up at the bird. So I closed the cat in the bathroom and eventually the trembling bird reached the door and flew away.

We started keeping the cat indoors when our neighbor complained that the cat was opening the latch on his rabbit hutch and snatching bunnies.