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All I'm going to say is that you haven't had a proper "cat ownership moment" until you open your back door to go out and your calico tries to rush in, dead 9" rat in her mouth.
The "dead rat pajama door dance" will never catch on as a craze, I'm afraid.
Oh wow. We were "given" a headless bunny on Easter a couple of years ago, but since then the "treats" have dried up. Either the mafia has given up on threatening our cat, or more likely, he's too fat from "astronaut food" to bother chasing the moles, bunnies, and squirrels. (There was a cute Purina commercial that referred to dry cat food as "astronaut food," and my daughter calls his food that all the time now.)