A few minutes after CSI ended, Perrine came running into the bedroom and dropped a mouse on my bed. I'm not sure whether it was the same one as a couple of hours ago or not (I'm guessing not, unless there's a really convenient through-floors-and-walls route from bedroom to kitchen), but it was certainly in worse shape. Coat not laying flat, ears and tail looking not-very-alert. Perrine dropped the mouse on the bed, looked kind of smug, and waited for it to move. When it did, it darted under the blanket toward my thigh, confusing my darling cat. Anyhow, it escaped off the foot of the bed but was quickly recaptured and played with for another minute or two before its heart just gave out. (That is, Perrine never delivered a killing wound, she just played with it until her toy broke.) Then she resumed the "I'm not looking" pose to trick it into moving again, which of course it could no longer do, but she was happy to bat at it when I changed position and moved the sheet slightly. She has absolutely no interest in "Pounce" treats at the moment, being much to interested in the hunting thing to notice a reward (but I do want to reward her). I didn't much care for leaving a dead mouse sitting in the middle of my bed and waiting for her to do things that might cause it to start leaking blood and other fluids, so I tried to swap a toy for it. The toy was interesting until it came to rest, but couldn't compete with the dead mouse (which she'd then started batting around as if it were a toy instead of waiting for it to move). Still, I did distract her with the toy long enough to remove the mouse corpse to throw away (I'm pretty sure she wouldn't have gotten around to eating it ... though someday when my bed isn't the playground I should wait long enough to find out). So now she's looking around, either to see where it went or to find another one, I'm not sure which.
I did stroke her and coo at her and tell her what a good girl she is, but she wasn't paying much attention to anything that wasn't a mouse, so I don't think my praise got through to her any more than the presence of the treats did.
I don't know what the magic is about the Pounce brand of treats in particular that makes them seem like kitty-crack to most cats (all that I can remember seeing react to them), but I'm really impressed that the dead mouse was that much more interesting than Pounce.
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Mocha, on the other hand, loves anything edible...
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And cats can become addicted to tuna. It's okay for them to have some, but a diet of nothing but tuna is really bad for them. Apparently it doesn't contain taurine and without taurine, cats can go blind.
Anytime we have to give our cats meds we mix it with a tablespoon of tuna, otherwise, they tend to throw the meds right back up.
We have one cat who wont touch can food, but will chow on tuna.
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Willow, of course, never has cared to share, probably because my mother was grossed out whenever purr-fluff brought back a catch. When my parents moved from the house that Willow was raised in, they looked behind the AC unit and found a veritable charnelhouse of bones; my cat was quite the huntress in her younger years. (Now she's content to take potshots at Rex and try to get him in trouble. Unfortunately for her, I subscribe to the "if the instigator is not easily identified, scold both" theory of stopping squabbles.) So be glad Perrine doesn't eat her catches; if she's willing to bring you the carcass, that's marvelous, it means she won't find somewhere sneaky to keep her leavings. *wry smile*
Not all us felines prefer playing with dead mousies
Many hugs
kytyn
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