The Runt brought in (yet another) mouse last night. I heard him thud through the pet door in the kitchen, and watched as he trotted past me in the living room with his catch dangling out of his jaws. He headed for the hallway to enjoy a little snack. I've learned to leave him alone with his prey; if you get too close, he gets really defensive and starts to growl.
Anyhow, after a session of flinging the (now dead) mouse into the air and pouncing on it, he lost interest and walked away. I went over to initiate carcass removal and discovered that ......
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......... The Runt had eaten the mouse's face off. Not the mouse's head, although lord knows I've cleaned up enough decapitated mouse corpses. No, just his face.
And then he ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.
Seriously, WTF? I hope when I die that somebody finds the body right away, because otherwise, it's gonna be gruesome.
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With all of that "nature" around you, you're lucky he's not hauling in something bigger and eating it's face off. I'd check to make sure the cat door won't accommodate a badger corpse.
Yeah, I've kind of been wondering what strange creature, slouching toward Bethlehem, might end up coming through that pet door.
Oh, wait ..... that should've been "rough beast", not "strange creature". Sorry, Mr. Yeats.
Have you ever found a rabbit's head under a chair? Good times.
That's kind of interesting about eating the face because my cats usually leave the head and face alone on their prey (hence the rabbit thing). We used to find little gecko heads in our house in Florida.
I used to carry my cats--mouse or mole or whatever still in their mouth--back outside. They were usually pretty good about keeping it in the mouth until they were back outside. Now they just bring them in and put them on floor. No face-eating or anything. It's all about the chase.
Rabbit head?!?! Holy cow!
My cats used to catch rabbits at the old place, but they never brought them inside. Although Rocky, my old cat, once brought a live bunny into the apartment. That was fun. Not.
Don't worry. If your cat eats your face off after you die you can always get a post-mortum face transplant. Modern science... Of course, no one will really recognize you at your viewing. BTW: Isn't there some kind of heart monitor you can wear around your neck so someone will be notified when you die, and you won't be left to rot. I have often wondered about that, since I live alone too....
You know, if I didn't show up for work, someone would come by to check on me ..... of course, if I croaked on a Friday night, I might be pretty smelly by the time anybody showed up.
Oh yeah, co-workers do have their benefits. That's one I hadn't thought of before. I am self employed so I may go a week before anyone would start to worry... :(
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