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  • #1

    Our dog...

    *shakes head* Our dog came in from the back yard. I noticed as she went through the living room that she had something in her mouth. She'd caught a young cottontail and brought it inside.

    Grossness aside, I have to say I'm actually kind of impressed that she caught it. It was very freshly dead (still warm, in fact), so it wasn't something else's kill that she found. I'm glad that it was actually dead. I wouldn't have enjoyed trying to corral a probably injured, frightened wild rabbit without getting bitten or scratched. I'm also glad we spotted it before the she started eating it. Fresh, juicy young rabbit bits is not something I want to have to clean up. Ever.
    You're only delaying the inevitable, you run at your own expense. The repo man gets paid to chase you. ~Argabarga
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    This reminds me of my first cat, Sugar (what? I was 6!). She used to hunt rabbits in the field behind our house. They were almost as big as she was! Sometimes, she would leave a hindquarter or a head on the back porch for us, but I don't remember her ever bringing her prey inside (live or dead).
    "I look at the stars. It's a clear night and the Milky Way seems so near. That's where I'll be going soon. "We are all star stuff." I suddenly remember Delenn's line from Joe's script. Not a bad prospect. I am not afraid. In the meantime, let me close my eyes and sense the beauty around me. And take that breath under the dark sky full of stars. Breathe in. Breathe out. That's all."
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    • #3
      Heh, no worries, Ghel. Our dog's name is Sugar. She's mostly white with patches the color of brown sugar. And usually very sweet. But...

      Looks like we have a late blooming mighty huntress on our hands here. Saw another bunny in her mouth when I went to let her back in after her dinner.

      Fuck. Not a chance in hell I was going to get her to drop it before she came in the house. Grab her collar as she comes through the dog door, and one sharp "Drop it!" and she did. Then it lifted its head and looked around for half a second then went back to being very still. Eep. I already had paper towels to hand, ready to carry it back outside. So... continue with plan A. Dropped the towels over its head, carefully pick it up just behind the head and carry it out the front door. Bunny didn't so much as twitch during the whole thing. Set it down in the front yard and went back inside to wash my hands really well and finish what I'd been doing. Went back out a few minutes later and bunny was gone. Guess it was healthy enough to run away.

      And for the past hour I've been getting, "Where's my bunny? That was my bunny." and super sad puppy dog eyes.
      You're only delaying the inevitable, you run at your own expense. The repo man gets paid to chase you. ~Argabarga

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      • #4
        Former Family Cat used to do that. Not bunnies (as far as I know) but birds. "Hey, look, I brought lunch to share!"

        *gag*

        He used to share his kills with Mom's Dog, who would proceed to eat part of the kill and then barf it back up (dogs apparently not doing too well with digesting feathers).

        Mom loved the dog but barely tolerated the cat, and was furious every time this happened. Luckily for Mr. Mighty Hunter, I took him to his new home, five hours away from the family home. Between the tranquilizers (because I didn't want to listen to him scream for a five-hour drive), and the confusion of waking up in a totally alien place, he happily adjusted to being a forever-indoor kitty, and the "gifts" were a thing of the past.
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        • #5
          Quoth Pixelated View Post
          Former Family Cat used to do that. Not bunnies (as far as I know) but birds. "Hey, look, I brought lunch to share!"
          My grandmother's cat, Kitty, would do that. He was supposed to be dealing with the moles, who were ripping the hell out of the yard. Naturally, if he caught a mole, and brought it onto the porch, he'd get a "good Kitty" and a treat. He'd take it to extremes though--he'd go after anything that moved. Mice, moles, baby ducks, rabbits, frogs, small snakes...and even a turtle. Most of the time, he was forced to leave the latter few alone, mostly because of the mess. He'd bring his "food" onto the porch...and then spend the next hour playing with it. You can imagine the mess--blood splattered all over the concrete and white wooden trim. At least he'd eat it, but still.

          Between the tranquilizers (because I didn't want to listen to him scream for a five-hour drive), and the confusion of waking up in a totally alien place, he happily adjusted to being a forever-indoor kitty, and the "gifts" were a thing of the past.
          When the farm was sold in 2007, Kitty came home with me. Too many dogs and stupid drivers meant he'd be an indoor cat. While he could no longer hunt, he didn't seem to mind. All of his toys, his blankie, and favorite green chair were there.
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          • #6
            Wasn't our doglet, but some varmint tore the head and one paw off a young squirrel and left the carcass in the driveway with it's remaining paw raised in supplication.

            Suspects that have been seen in the neighborhood: Magpies, hawks, skunks, foxes, raccoons, neighbor cats/ dogs...
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