Because

by Bryan

10 comments

1 Badtux { 07.27.08 at 6:17 pm }

Yeah, he looks so scared :-).

2 Bryan { 07.27.08 at 7:44 pm }

Actually, that lack of fear is a problem down here, but what are you going to do.

3 Badtux { 07.27.08 at 8:36 pm }

Yeah, when I lived in Louisiana as a kid my cats were always dragging baby water moccasins into the place. I always knew it had happened because my mother would screech then use all three of my names demanding that I get that snake out of her washroom or wherever the cat had left it :-).

4 Bryan { 07.27.08 at 9:41 pm }

It was pygmy rattlers when I was a kid. We had a cat that would drink the water but had no use for “dead” food. It caught all kinds of interesting things, based on the heads and tails it left behind.

5 Badtux { 07.28.08 at 11:41 am }

Well, the cat in question was a mighty hunter indeed, but he never ate the things he killed, whether it was a snake, a bird, a mouse, or a vole. Sometimes he didn’t even kill it before he brought it back home to present to us as a gift, though luckily all the baby water moccasins were dead (but he did haul a lizard or two in which weren’t — they would run across the top of the living room drapes and once again all three of my names would come into play :-). I’m just glad that I yelled and kept him from trying to pounce on that skunk, now *that* would have been an odiferous mess!

6 Bryan { 07.28.08 at 1:45 pm }

“Cat”, she made sure there were no others around so she didn’t need a name, stayed with what she knew – survival rations.

Most of the local feral hunters tend to “present” rats and mice rather than eat them, but they eat birds and squirrels. The inside gang catch an occasional lizard or gecko that I find in some inconvenient place, usually barefooted.

Well, at least the tomato juice bath would hide the blood. My Mother’s vet wondered if my first cat down here was wounding herself because of bloodstains on the back of her neck until I pointed out it was my blood from bathing her.

7 Badtux { 07.28.08 at 5:33 pm }

The hunter in question, however, was utterly stymied when presented with the challenge of an armadillo. The armadillo was as big as he was, but he never particularly cared about size — he had all the neighbor’s dogs terrorized. But he just couldn’t figure out what to do about that armor stuff, heh! The armadillo lived under the outbuilding where gardening tools were stored and ripped up the lawn looking for grubs. And there were plenty of grubs, so I didn’t begrudge him. But the cat didn’t have any liking for sharing “his” lawn with another critter…

8 Bryan { 07.28.08 at 10:32 pm }

I can see why an armadillo would be a problem. They haven’t gotten this far East, yet, but the coyotes have made it.

Cat would have had a fit over something like that. We had to take the dog out and watch for her, because the dog was terrified of her, and not without reason. Should have made armor for the dog.

9 ellroon { 07.28.08 at 11:03 pm }

Your picture of the unimpressed cat is hilarious. Here is a picture of a cat who was truly impressed by a fake snake.

And a video of a real snake. I’ve not yet hear the full story to know what happened to the photographer…

10 Bryan { 07.28.08 at 11:23 pm }

The big constrictors will attack to chase things off as a means of defense. One of the people who lived next door a while ago had a small constrictor and he would get bit every so often when he surprised the snake, usually when moving it to clean the cage.

I saw it when you posted it. I make not comment, but I drop by every day.