Cat stories

[telophase]

*dies laughing*

When I was a kid, we had two cats. Vermont brought home her first bird, not dead, which we rescued, and then afterwards praised the cat for being a mighty hunter.

The day after that, Dakota, the other cat, brought home a piece of fried chicken.

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[madame-manga.livejournal.com]

My old cat (a rescued feral) used to catch giant moths in the evening, bring them indoors and let them go. I'd hear this alarming WHAP WHAP WHAP sound from the kitchen and find a moth the size of a small bat attempting to navigate by my ceiling light. I still don't know how old Jazz managed to snag 'em alive, but I think I preferred the live moths to the live mice. :P

Once he even brought in a relatively uninjured bird, which then flew into the coat closet, perched on a high shelf and would not come out for over an hour -- I don't blame the poor thing. Eventually it ventured an escape, since we left every door and window wide open to give it an opportunity and retired to the bedroom so it couldn't see us.

[ebony14.livejournal.com]

The best hunter cat that my family ever had was my father's tabby, Billy Bob Clyde Tom (BBCT or Billy Bob for short). He was a bulky, good-natured beast that dealt with kids and dogs equally well (with a few exceptions). He made a regular habit of killing squirrels in my father's backyard when he was living in the Historical District of Dallas. The notable thing about this wasn't that he was killing squirrels, but that Billy Bob had been declawed for most of his life. He would sneak up on them or play possum at the bottom of a tree until they got close, then jump on them and break their backs. Sadly, Billy Bob met his untimely end at the teeth of an inbred Scottish Terrier. Without his claws, he couldn't fight off the dog.

My mother had a Siamese that would catch cicadas that flew past her balcony. Cicadas are slow, clumsy fliers, so the catching is easy, but the poor cat was totally flabbergasted by the sheer noise that his prey would make upon being caught. So, more than once, my mother would find crippled cicadas ricocheting off the walls of her bedroom after the cat had let go of the buzzing, vibrating thing he had caught.

[chomiji]

Jeez, Dakota, way to upstage Vermont!

>:-[    ................    XD

[cicer.livejournal.com]

*laughs forever* A potato!

[tekenduis.livejournal.com]

Maybe Sophus brought the potato home, not because the hunting was bad, but because his owner wasn't eating the other stuff, and thought that might be more appealing? :D

Also? Dakota and Vermont. OMG Vermont may have been the better hunter, but Dakota was obviously a better cook. XD

[lady-ganesh.livejournal.com]

LIES we cook awesome food. With maple syrup. :D

I LOLed

[mustangsally78.livejournal.com]

No, seriously. I did.

I don't know what's funnier, the fried chicken or the potato. The potato gets surreal points, though.

I sent the link to Chase and we were like 'y'know, some days, all you get is a potato.'

Cat drops potato at owner's feet, looks resigned. 'it's all I got man.'

Some days, you just get a potato.
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And we need more kitteh pictures. Stat.