posted by [identity profile] uilos.livejournal.com at 11:35pm on 2005-05-26
Oh dear.

At least it was a whole mouse. One of the neighbor's cats has a tendency to leave him the front half of chipmunks.
 
posted by [identity profile] blumindy.livejournal.com at 11:38pm on 2005-05-26
At least she is leaving him the tasty halves :)
 
posted by [identity profile] unix-vicky.livejournal.com at 12:48am on 2005-05-27
We used to have a cat who liked to eat the heads off moles, then "share them" with us. Now, I just have a puppy (well, ok, he's 3 now, so not quite "puppy") who likes to bring me old chewed up socks. Yes, the socks used to belong to me, but I don't think I want them any more.
 
posted by [identity profile] anniemal.livejournal.com at 10:18am on 2005-05-27
Jamie eats anything I've blown my nose in if he can snag it covertly. Then he swallows, does not digest it, and excretes it in the most embarrassing possible places. Not a patch on Hamish, who used to eat my tampons if he could reach them. Then throw them up. Oy vey. In the middle of the shop. And Mom had to exclaim about them. Oy. It only happened once. Measures were taken.
 
posted by [identity profile] uilos.livejournal.com at 03:04am on 2005-05-28
But he looks so happy to be bringing you those socks!
 
posted by [identity profile] unix-vicky.livejournal.com at 05:39am on 2005-05-28
Tree Trunk (his name, after his short stubby legs) is always happy. Everywhere he goes, he wags his tail. If he were human, he'd skip everywhere. He's such a sweety, and knows how to be as cute as possible (like climbing in your lap, and then rolling over so you can rub his belly).

Our dogs all have such distinct personalities. Pepper is jealous, smart, but stubborn (she knows what you're telling her to do, just doesn't want to do it sometimes). Brindle is wise, old and calm. She's mother to most of our dogs, grandmother to Celeste (Pepper is the only unrelated one).

 
posted by [identity profile] doubleplus.livejournal.com at 02:36am on 2005-05-27
My friend Katherine tells the story of the first time her stepson came to stay at their new house. He was dead tired, and fell asleep with one arm hanging out of the covers. She was quite startled downstairs when he woke up screaming. Apparently one of the cats had wanted him to feel welcome, and had left a gift of several vole faces in his outstretched hand...

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