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  • What the EFF, kitties!?!

    Ok so just recently I discovered that our cats are psychopaths, and they just ratcheted it up a notch.

    Today was nice, so I had the window open in my office so the cats could go in and out as they pleased. I was in my bedroom picking up clothes for laundry, and saw Victoria hop up back inside, and cross over towards me.

    Wherein she promptly drops a dead bird nearly on my foot, and looks up at me expectantly.

    I screamed.

    What DID she expect?!

    I'm pretty sure she set a land speed record bolting out of my room.
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    She expected you to praise her for being a good provider.

    My cat, Middies is the only female of our four cats. She has twice in the past week presented us with dead mouses. One just inside the front door and then this morning in the master bathroom. I am just glad I didn't step on it.

    Our cats have their own entrance/exit so they can come and go at will.

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    • #3
      Oh, and for the record when I noticed the "present" this morning I screamed too. Then called my hubby into the bathroom to remove it. Middies was so proud and hubby gave her all sorts of lovings. I personally could have used it more than her.

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      • #4
        Ha, my husband did the SAME thing! Was all GOOD GIIIIRL GOOD GIRL IM SO PROUD OF YOU. I'm just in the corner, shaking, and like THAT WAS ALMOST ON MY FOOT DEAR LORD.
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        • #5
          Well at least the dead birds can't attack you.
          When you start at zero, everything's progress.

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          • #6
            Quoth MoonCat View Post
            Well at least the dead birds can't attack you.
            Or shit on your car.
            And yes, Kittie was trying to feed her den/peeps/family. Be proud of her, while you wear a respirator.
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            • #7
              Quoth MoonCat View Post
              Well at least the dead birds can't attack you.
              Low blow, Mooncat! Low. Blow. D:
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              • #8
                Sorry, Seraph, but I'm just sitting here laughing at your expense.
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                • #9
                  Of course they're psychopaths - they're felines.

                  We don't allow ours outside unsupervised, so don't tend to have those issues, thankfully.
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                  • #10
                    Psychopaths that watch you sleep at night, then slap you in the face to get fed. I miss my kitty.

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                    • #11
                      I think Alan Davies sums it up best. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2BUiESEnKj0
                      How was I supposed to know someone was slipping you Birth Control in the food I've been making for you lately?

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                      • #12
                        Quoth cashierbex View Post
                        Psychopaths that watch you sleep at night, then slap you in the face to get fed.
                        Or stick their paw in your mouth because they don't like your snoring.
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                        • #13
                          Don't feel bad Seraph. When I was a teenager my grey Persian, Tommy brought home a live rat and the poor thing was squirming and screaming in his mouth. No, we didn't let him in either lol.

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                          • #14
                            My current kitty doesn't seem interested in hunting, but my previous girlie was a great one for bringing things home when she was younger. Not just mice, but things like a slice of bread, a piece of jigsaw, and on one occasion a pair of men's navy blue socks, neatly folded together.
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                            • #15
                              Yep, she's either bringing you lunch (*gag*) or ... showing you how to hunt. ("Didja see that? See how I did that? Okay, now you try it!") I once lived in an apartment building with cockroaches ... my cat at the time honed her hunting skills on them. Nothing like having a not-quite-dead cockroach dropped proudly on your bed at the crack of dawn ...
                              ... and there are people who say levitation is impossible ...

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