IndiMay (cailet25) wrote, @ 2009-03-20 11:31:00

Current mood:

blah

Gore.
This morning, one or more of the cats found a tiny bird to play with, mutilate, and eat. They did this in the living room, dining room, and kitchen while we slept. (I had left the front door cracked after getting up to feed them.)

So there were tiny feathers EVERYWHERE as well as bits of bloody meaty parts. I couldn't handle it. I had to have Dwayne carry me through the kitchen so I could hide upstairs while he cleaned up the mess. I have a feeling, though, that we are going to be finding tiny, black feathers for a good long while.

*shudder*

	drummergirl 2009-03-20 16:21 (link)
	>:-( BAD KITTY. Poor Mindi. Are you ok? And poor bird. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	mouse_wd 2009-03-20 17:16 (link)
	We had something similar happen with Michael's cat, Cecil, at Michael's Mom's house. All that was left was feathers and blood smears. It was like a crime scene. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	jupe 2009-03-20 17:19 (link)
	Ew. Oh. Yikes. Happily, my cats always kept that sort of thing outside. The most carnage that ever found its way indoors was an odd cricket leg. Oh cats. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	bally 2009-03-21 04:03 (link)
	Aww crap. (Reply to this) (Thread)

cosmicavatar 2009-03-21 04:39 (link)

Cats can be such evil thugs sometimes. Fortunately(?) for us it's usually mice for Treacle, so we don't often have feathers to clean up, but the gore is never fun. Or that one sad little unidentified organ which always seems to be left intact. Especially if one of us has left the downstairs bog open and she's gone and played with the damn thing on the carpet. Which she did recently. Poor you! Bloody cats. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	bally 2009-03-21 08:01 (link)
	Or that one sad little unidentified organ which always seems to be left intact. Was it the fabled purple knobbly bit? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cosmicavatar 2009-03-21 09:57 (link)
	Heeeeeeee! No. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

dropedge 2009-03-21 05:57 (link)

I'm okay with the gore factor, as I accepted that might be an issue when I let my two formerly house-bound cats venture beyond the back door last year. As I understand it, cats bring "gifts" to their owners as shows of gratitude for providing safe, snuggy places to stay. My cats have yet to bring me gifts of this (or any) sort since I decided to let them be indoor/outdoor pets. And yet I know that a half-eaten snake could show up on my back doorstep any day, although I refuse to accept it until it actually happens. (Even then, there will be much screaming and blogging and calling in of people to clean up every last bit of that shitz. Probably in that order, too.) (Reply to this) (Thread)

	jenn_mgan 2009-03-21 16:33 (link)
	Ah yes, I woke up one morning to then skid across the kitchen floor on *something*. Ack! (Reply to this) (Thread)

	eileen 2009-03-21 18:44 (link)
	This post and all it's replies make me very relieved that I'm not a cat person! (Reply to this) (Thread)

	eileen 2009-03-21 18:48 (link)
	"its" even (I think!). I did fix this before I posted, but apparently it didn't take. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)