His name is actually Gandalf. Last night he caught a mouse and brought it to my wife, alive, and dropped it in her lap while she was reading in bed.
She recovered admirably from the experience, during which the mouse’s escape was foiled by the cat. She then brought the mouse to me, holding it by the tail. I offered to kill it, or to feed it to the chickens, but she wanted to release it safely in the wild instead.
Good kitty.
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A handsome hunter indeed! My new-to-me cat, Jase, seems to be a mouser, but has not had the opportunity yet.
LittleRed1
Our cats departed this earth a couple years ago, we had them (or they had us) for 16 years. A good pair, one male and one female, and good hunters too. The male was especially fond of killing weasels. The female was a gray one much like yours and was a good backup when squirrels would get into the insulation under the shop-I would shoot the rodents and she would pick off the wounded with great alacrity. I do miss them, the first time in 30 years there have not been a few cats around here.
Kittehs are proud of their conquests and want to show their ....ahh...masters(?) their work to get approval. We had an excellent mouser who left the corpses inside our shoes.
So Rice Crispies were not the only "crunch" we heard in the morning.....
I had a cat that had kittens. One fine morning as my wife and I were preparing to go to work she jumped out of the box that she and her kittens were in and ran to the door meowing loudly. We let her out. A short time later she was at the door from the outside meowing loudly. We let her in, only to find she had a mouse in her mouth. She ran back and jumped back in the box. She released the mouse, which turned out to be still alive. She batted it around for a bit. After the kittens had had their turn at that she then proceeded to bit the mouse in the back of the neck, killing it, and ate it in front of them.
Thus is the knowledge of past generations passed on!
This was before the days of cell phones and video cameras or else I'd have a YouTube video with a million views.
So your cat is the Grey Mouser. Does that make you Fafhrd?
I think it’s the swords and barbarism that make me Fafhrd.
We had a gray longhair cat in Las Cruces whose biggest talent was guard duty, only his execution was suboptimal.
One fine early afternoon, he chased a big jackrabbit into the house. I figured he'd do his duty, then, since he also had a history of biting the heads off littler rabbits, eat those, and leave the headless corpses lying around (we knew he ate the heads because he'd very fastidiously take the heads to his food dish and eat them there--we'd see pieces of skull bones in the bowl).
But no. I checked on him later, and there was the jack, pinned in the corner, and the cat flat on his back, head toward the jack, four legs pointing to the four corners, snoring away.
Incidentally, that house is haunted by the ghosts of headless bunnies.
Eric Hines
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