Our indoor cats stare wistfully through the windows of our house, imagining the great hunters they would be if I only let them outside. Creatures of comfort, I doubt they’d last more than a few minutes, what with the lack of laps, the absence of heating vents, and the possibility of rain — or even dewy grass.
Elsa Clair is truly a good hunter. The other night she caught a mouse in our finished basement. The poor thing was still alive; my sweet kitty dropped the creature, let it run a foot or two, and pounced it again to show me her prowess with the mow-ess. Then she brought it right up to me and dropped it at my feet, a magnanimouse gift.
The cat was stunned when, instead of pouncing the mouse myself, I scooped her up and carried her away from her prey, while she watched over my shoulder as it scurried under the couch. She spent the next few hours telling me in great detail that surely I made a mistake, there was still a mouse on the loose, it must be caught, and though she still loves me and might forgive me for my actions, she would never present me with a precious gift like that again. Now could I please open the door and let her back in the basement?
We set a live mouse trap, baited it with peanut butter, and set the little rodent free in the woods behind our home.
I think Elsa Clair is still looking for it.
Do your pets hunt?
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