Cats are wicked creatures. I found another dead rodent lying in the middle of my floor this time. I tried to get the evil cat to take it out of my room, but instead she ran under my bed to crunch on its bones and devour its fur-covered skin and tender meat and juicy blood. She just left one organ shaped like a sausage so that I’d have to be all grossed out and have to dispose of it myself.
C’mon, admit it. You’re sick if you like cats.
August 30th, 2003 at 1:56 pm
*takes thermometer out of his mouth* Whoa, you’re right, 103!
August 30th, 2003 at 2:09 pm
First, you don’t love us if we don’t love Rick. Now, we’re sick if we like cats? Don’t you think you’re being a bit extreme lately, Rachel? ;-p
August 30th, 2003 at 3:15 pm
So many cats, so few recipes. - Bumper sticker
August 30th, 2003 at 3:25 pm
Our evil cat pulls this prank all the time. We have a dog door for our animals so we are presented with a variety of creatures. Just last night, around 4am, His Royal Catness brought a furry toy into our bedroom. This one was dead. The ones that are still alive are the worst but at least with them we manage the occasional rescue.
BTW, I believe the surgically excised organ is the gall bladder. Our cat removes them as well.
August 30th, 2003 at 5:17 pm
i HATE cats. they are of the devil. they have no loyalty, are snotty, and leave headless mouses on the front porch.
August 30th, 2003 at 5:31 pm
Well… that would explain the nausea and the migraine.
Your cat must love you if she’s bringing you prey. They do it out of love, not out of malice.
August 30th, 2003 at 7:59 pm
Yep. Your cat’s trying to share. It’s very sweet. You should reward the mighty hunter.
And if you cook up some squirrel stew while the meat is fresh, it makes for some mighty fine eatin’.
I thought you people from Idaho were all about things like squirrel stew. Or is that folks from Monroe?
I get so confused.
August 30th, 2003 at 8:28 pm
Yes, yes, finally a like-minded soul. When I see a cat in my yard, I look longingly at my scoped air-rifle in the corner. I argue with myself and finally remember that the rifle is for black air-demons (crows), not feline ground-devils. The neighbors wouldn’t understand.
August 31st, 2003 at 8:59 pm
Looks like there are more than a few “denominational” differences over cats.
September 1st, 2003 at 8:12 pm
Hey, now. Cats are looking for your approval if they bring you prey. They admire you even more if they don’t kill it before they bring it to you. If they do that they are treating you as though you are the mother cat teaching them to be independent.
September 3rd, 2003 at 11:29 am
My sister is going to vet school and a couple years ago, when she was working at a vet clinic in Pasadena, I visited her. On the wall was a poster that pretty much sums it all up:
“Dogs have masters. Cats have staff.”