Well, hmm. My childhood cat once brought me a whole not-quite-dead rabbit. Clawed open the screen door and plopped it next to my sleeping face. The rabbit and I both woke unhappily, but somehow I got it outside. Or Mom did. I think I yelled.
D'G's reaction to finding the dead mouse under her pillow was almost as amusing as the time my SO (aka My Last Good Boyfriend) left his jeans in a puddle on the floor as usual, and sometime in the night, Kitty plopped a hairball square in the middle of the crotch seams. Said boyfriend/almost-intended did not use underwear, and let out the most amazing non-verbal exclamation I've ever heard when he pulled those pants up and hairball met scrotum. I coughed. It was truly funny. Side-splitting hilarious. And I knew I mustn't laugh lest I be accused of putting it there. Oh, the faces and wordless utterances he made!
Really truly, I was never involved in instigating either occurrence. Not above enjoying them and congratulating the felines involved for their devotion and ability to amuse me (not in the presence of their recipients/victims), but I wouldn't have suggested it. Cats are far more inventive than I. And wouldn't listen even if I were more inventive than they. Not that I'd openly presume to tell them that their job is to amuse me. But that's another sort of relationship.
D' G's response to the dead mouse was heartfelt and pretty profound, but not quite as much so as MLGB's was. I came on all sympathetic so he'd be distracted from his notion that the cat hated him, etc. so she'd not be blamed. (They love spider plants, it's just gonna happen...) By comparison D'G was reasonable in spite of herself. Another reason to love her.
Even a dead mouse under the pillow can't hold a candle to a 3-wks gone dead hamster stuck halfway through a forgotten hav-a-hart mousetrap found only by dint of its stench. It was green. The mouse was whole fresh kill, or accidental suffocation.
Kitty Presents
D'G's reaction to finding the dead mouse under her pillow was almost as amusing as the time my SO (aka My Last Good Boyfriend) left his jeans in a puddle on the floor as usual, and sometime in the night, Kitty plopped a hairball square in the middle of the crotch seams. Said boyfriend/almost-intended did not use underwear, and let out the most amazing non-verbal exclamation I've ever heard when he pulled those pants up and hairball met scrotum. I coughed. It was truly funny. Side-splitting hilarious. And I knew I mustn't laugh lest I be accused of putting it there. Oh, the faces and wordless utterances he made!
Really truly, I was never involved in instigating either occurrence. Not above enjoying them and congratulating the felines involved for their devotion and ability to amuse me (not in the presence of their recipients/victims), but I wouldn't have suggested it. Cats are far more inventive than I. And wouldn't listen even if I were more inventive than they. Not that I'd openly presume to tell them that their job is to amuse me. But that's another sort of relationship.
D' G's response to the dead mouse was heartfelt and pretty profound, but not quite as much so as MLGB's was. I came on all sympathetic so he'd be distracted from his notion that the cat hated him, etc. so she'd not be blamed. (They love spider plants, it's just gonna happen...) By comparison D'G was reasonable in spite of herself. Another reason to love her.
Even a dead mouse under the pillow can't hold a candle to a 3-wks gone dead hamster stuck halfway through a forgotten hav-a-hart mousetrap found only by dint of its stench. It was green. The mouse was whole fresh kill, or accidental suffocation.
So I had a giggly day.