Who else is amazed & impressed by their cats' hunting abilities?
I am an animal lover to the core, and the fact that my inside/outside cats hunt was hard to grasp at first, but finally accepted that they couldn't help it.
So tonight I found myself loving on and fawning over my oldest, senior-ist, cat, who though she is also very small, has proven to be a very capable huntress.
Tonight she announced her success as she came in the kitty door, and I was presented with a lovely plump dead mole to add to my Thanksgiving feast tomorrow.
She was so obviously pleased and proud of herself, I confirmed it was dead and then gave her proper fawning. I mean it was dead as dead can be, and I've been known to give what I call "house pardons" to critters brought in still obviously alive and viable, so please don't think I'm heartless.
But I caught myself wondering if any Cother's could relate, to being proud of their kitties, at the same time as feeling sorry for the poor critter.
So, what is the coolest or most amazing hunting your kitty has shown you or gifted you with the results of?
Though Lilah's gift of the mole was certainly timely for our Thanksgiving feast (left it out on front porch for other kitties to enjoy thoroughly, lol)
the most impressive kitty hunt I've ever seen was her son's - one spring he carefully tracked a bat for a swoop or two, then reached out a black paw and SNATCHED it out of the sky, mid swoop. I happened to be sitting on my porch to witness that, and still to this day people don't believe me, but I swear, I saw him do it!
Anyone else's kitties doing their best to contribute to the Thanksgiving feast tomorrow?
My fabulous ex-ferel barn kitty, Esmerelda, dispatched two rats 2/3 as large as she is, as well as the dozens of mice that no longer live there. She is currently in the tack room happily warmed by her well-earned heater.
It's hard to say what was the most impressive feline hunting trophy. Probably a toss-up between the live mouse presented to me IN MY BED or the tiny live snake dropped INTO MY LAP.
For some reason I let the snake loose on the bathroom counter and it slithered into the sink's overflow hole and lived in there for a couple of weeks. Every time I went in the bathroom I'd see his little head peering out of the hole. Finally one day I caught him and let him go.
On a related note, my family had a dog named Riff Raff that would jump the fence and go foraging at the Safeway dumpsters. He returned with many fine gifts: in-tact quarts of fruit juice, boxes of ice cream, packages of bacon and once an entire frozen turkey, which my mother roasted and ate. He also stole things from the neighbors' back yards -- boots, dog dishes and other handy items.
I've seen barn cats catch & eat rabbits as big as them.
Yup - my 5# of Verminator has left behind bunny halves (too good to eat all at once?) that when alive, matched her pound for pound.
I returned from a trip once to have my horsesitting neighbor tell me she had to hose down the barn aisle because: "There was so much blood..."
Little Ms Indy regularly leaves me gifts of mousy gallbladders - that's all that's left when she's done eating.
TG she has learned that voles are not good to eat - I used to find their slimy hurked-back-up carcasses : P
*friend of bar.ka*RIP all my lovely boys, gone too soon: Steppin' Out 1988-2004 Hey Vern! 1982-2009 Cash's Bay Threat 1994-2009
Coolest: HRH Rosalind, in spite of being a lifetime house cat, is one of the most vicious hunters I've ever seen. She's like a machine gun, total effort and overkill. Like the old Raid commercial, she kills 'em dead. Can catch a fly in mid air on a jump. I have literally seen her bounce off the ceiling in pursuit of prey.
EEEEEW-est: Years ago, in another house, we had an indoor-outdoor called the Panther. Jet black, yellow eyes. No kitty door, but in summer, we would leave the storm door drop up a little (no screen) for him to jump in and out of. So one night in the wee smalls, I was tucked into my bed when the Panther jumped up. Still mostly asleep, I recognized his ker-thump and reached down sleepily to scratch his ears - and came up with feathers. Bloody, sticky feathers. The practice of leaving the door open ended abruptly, and mouth inspection was held at all future entrances.
Mine have left me mouse faces - and mouse arses with
tail. The middle got eaten.
They leave them like some deranged serial killer artitstic
presentation. It is very disconcerting to come to the
barn with eyes half open and come upon an intact
mouse head staring up at you from the doorway.
Mine lived the first few years of her life fending for herself, so she has that hunting thing down! Her most impressive catch, to date, was a rabbit almost as big as she is. It freaked my horse out big time when she struggled to get it into the barn. I went to investigate and it got away. Yea bunny.
Mine are now 'pack hunting' squirrels. No success yet, but they have had fur in their claws.
We had a little black kitty that would drag home rabbits as big as she was, and coming down the drive our big orange male would take it away from her and present it as his. I think he watched the Nation Geographic lion special.
He would drop it at our feet and wait for praise.
My inside cat has recently developed a taste for mouse flesh. At first she just liked to torture them and kill them, but now we often wake up to find a bloody mouse skeleton laying on the carpet. Mr KC got up in time once to watch her rip the flesh off the poor mouse (before that he thought it was our male cat, but I knew it was a girl-thing ). I guess I can't complain about her keeping the mouse population down, though.
The two which impressed me the most were my pair which shouldn't have been able to hunt at all due to physical limitations. One was declawed and missing half her teeth, including a front fang. I had to pull the mice out of her mouth before she choked on them. It really used to make her mad when I did that.
The other one was so obese he could barely move. He substituted patience and stealth for athleticism. He would flop down next to a varmint hole and wait for as long as an hour for something to emerge. Then, lightning quick, he would slap down a paw and scoop up the prize. He would catch something almost every outing, and he'd usually eat it too. So much for trying to put him on a diet.
I keep a running tally of what all my barn cats ( Cowboy , Holly Holly Holly, Yeller, Cleopatra and Katarine Ann Berry ) bring inside from hummingbirds, squirrels, mice, moles, rabbits, regular birds, pidgeons, snakes and lizards --- working on building their adolescent self-esteem - we praise them and write it down on their list !!!! Tex(Cowboy) and Holly Holly Holly lead the count ! Not a day goes by that they do not return with multiple ~ disgusting I mean "Super Kill" !!! * So far no fawns or adult turkeys ! ~~~Happy Thanksgiving to All !
Last edited by Zu Zu; Nov. 26, 2009 at 10:01 AM.
We bought my cat ten years ago because we had a mole problem in the yard. She took care of the problem lickity split. When we first got her, one of her first days outside hunting was very productive: she dragged 3 moles up the stairs onto the deck and piled them in front of the door, and then brought a chipmunk back in her mouth and waited at the door with all of this and when we opened the door and found all of this, she looked SO pleased, like "i got you a present!' bless her heart
However, what I found impressive is this:
She sleeps probably 20 hours a day, and when she tried to sit on the fence the other day, well, she's so big and fat now that she didnt have the balance, and she fell right to the side Poor cat. I have to laugh. I love her. Lazy cat!