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[warning: BIRD DEATH]
Elf brought me a bird today.
My first cat, Koko, arrived when I was about 7. He was there to solve our mice problem - and solve it he did. He was an astonishingly effective killer of small, cute animals.
Although I'd read many storybooks about cats, and knew about the mouse-killing in advance, no-one had mentioned the other thing about cats: when they kill things, they bring them to you as presents.
Koko showed up, started killing mice right on schedule... and started proudly depositing their ravaged corpses at my parents' bedroom door.
So far I had avoided such morbid displays of affection - since Elf is a total wuss, and completely incompetant at killing anything.
But, today, he killed his first bird.
[Let me insert a short pause here, for cries of horror.]
[And a second pause for me to be a proud mummy. MY LOVELY BOY KILLED A BIRD. SO PROUD.]
And he duly came back home, and gave it to me.
The thing is - it really was a PRESENT. And my first response of running off to fetch
a) lots of paper towel
and
b) my camera
left my cat sitting there, indignantly meowing at my lack of gratitude.
...so I came back, patted him, praised him enthusiastically, and then ran off to get the paper towel so I could get the corpsified bird off my nice clean floor.
Cats are slightly strange...
My first cat, Koko, arrived when I was about 7. He was there to solve our mice problem - and solve it he did. He was an astonishingly effective killer of small, cute animals.
Although I'd read many storybooks about cats, and knew about the mouse-killing in advance, no-one had mentioned the other thing about cats: when they kill things, they bring them to you as presents.
Koko showed up, started killing mice right on schedule... and started proudly depositing their ravaged corpses at my parents' bedroom door.
So far I had avoided such morbid displays of affection - since Elf is a total wuss, and completely incompetant at killing anything.
But, today, he killed his first bird.
[Let me insert a short pause here, for cries of horror.]
[And a second pause for me to be a proud mummy. MY LOVELY BOY KILLED A BIRD. SO PROUD.]
And he duly came back home, and gave it to me.
The thing is - it really was a PRESENT. And my first response of running off to fetch
a) lots of paper towel
and
b) my camera
left my cat sitting there, indignantly meowing at my lack of gratitude.
...so I came back, patted him, praised him enthusiastically, and then ran off to get the paper towel so I could get the corpsified bird off my nice clean floor.
Cats are slightly strange...
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Gabrielle
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2. Congratulations on your little one's achievements. I think he deserves tuna.
3. My cat once caught me a mouse, but he eated it. The only part that he deposited in the center of the kitchen floor was the tail. It took me a while to figure out what it was.
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My cat is an indoor only, since he's FIV positive and doesn't need to be sharing that. (Though, in truth, my anxiety issues wouldn't let me be an indoor/outdoor kitty parent anyway. I'd have gray hair in a week.) But I'm sure he'd bring me presents if he could. He is a great slayer of ping pong balls.
I knew a cat who seemed to want her presents cooked, though. She (and three other cats) belonged to the family of a guy I gamed with, but whenever she had a successful hunt, she'd bring it to the kitchen and meow meaningfully at whatever family member was there and then at the stove.
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(1) Gross.
(2) Good job, Elf!
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I read in Catwatching that the presenting it to you thing is what adult cats do to kittens, to teach them how to hunt. Maybe Elf thinks you're lacking in important life skills?
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Chelsea is an indoor-only cat, so she just leaves toy mice in my bed. :)
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I've heard that cats who bring you dead things regard you as a kitten who has to be provided for, but I'm not sure how accurate that is!