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Jack: 2 Rabbits: nil


Well, technically I suppose it’s Jack: 1 Rabbits: 1. It’s hard to see here (easier to make out in color) but that thing in my right hand is the head of a bunny, which is fortunately still connected to the rest of the rabbit. I distracted Jack just long enough for Mr Buns to get away.

Yes, I felt awful for stealing his rabbit, but I just can’t deal with the screams. He can torture a little animal for hours and hours and never get bored.

Earlier in the day, he (I assume it was he) left quite a large dead one on the front stoop with significant pieces missing. Explains why he never turned up for his Friskies today.

We could use the rabbit control and I’m proud of him for taking down such a big beast (he’s a little squirt). I just wish he’d be a little quicker and cleaner about it, at least when I’m in the garden.


Comment from Formerly known as Skeptic
Time: July 20, 2016, 8:40 pm

I’d score that one as a tie. 1-0-1

Comment from tomfrompv
Time: July 20, 2016, 9:49 pm

So what happened to the dead one on the stoop? Mr MacGregor and Flopsey, Mopsey, and Cottontail come to mind.

Comment from Skandia Recluse
Time: July 20, 2016, 9:51 pm

Did he, Jack, growl at you when you tried to take his kill?

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: July 20, 2016, 10:52 pm

No, no…no growling. He’s a very sweet-tempered cat, even when I try his patience (Charlotte, on the other hand, will his and growl if I stroke her head incorrectly).

I threw out the big dead one. It’s garbage day!

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: July 20, 2016, 10:52 pm

That is, of course, “hiss” and growl. I’m too lazy to correct my work.

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: July 20, 2016, 11:10 pm

The Weasel did not ‘throw out’ the big one. A Badger got that job ‘cos he has an iron constitution, a shovel, and because some weasels is better at the marketin’… than the killin’…

Jack and I remain on excellent terms. I have called him ‘my tiger’ since he curled up on my chest as a kitten and I am disgustingly proud of him.

That’s badgers. Evil through and through.

Comment from Armybrat
Time: July 21, 2016, 12:00 am

Unka B (that be American speak for Uncle Badger), I just sprayed beer all over my IPad as I read your post! Well done, sir!

Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: July 21, 2016, 1:15 am

Cats fascinate me. As Tolstoy said, “All happy dogs are alike: each psychotic cat is psychotic in it’s own way….”

I love our cat, but I have seen him hungry at dawn and angry because I was too slow in offering up him breakfast. It was not a cheering sight, especially knowing that he is usually wide awake while I sleep. Now I am recognizing that it may be time to outgrow my bunny pajamas too.

Comment from Brother Cavil, Nie Mój Cyrk, Nie Moje Małpy
Time: July 21, 2016, 1:16 am


Comment from Bob B
Time: July 21, 2016, 1:41 am

I say, fix your pellet pistols and next time you can make short work of Jack’s “toys”.

Comment from Nina
Time: July 21, 2016, 1:41 am

I don’t know that my cat is much the mighty hunter, but he does love that chemo keeps me in bed a lot more than usual. His human and acres of down and memory foam? That’s as adventurous as he gets.

But he’s not a country cat. 😜

Comment from gebrauchshund
Time: July 21, 2016, 3:39 am

Remember all them hippy shows from a few decades ago what would always say something like “man is the only animal that hunts for sport”?

Them people didn’t know squat.

Comment from dissent555
Time: July 21, 2016, 5:04 am

And I just came over from Youtube watching any number of large cats taking down all manner of prey. Tooth and claw.

Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: July 21, 2016, 1:27 pm

Comment from Skandia Recluse
Time: July 20, 2016, 9:51 pm

Did he, Jack, growl at you when you tried to take his kill?
My late red tabby longhair, Arizona, was an expert roacher. Not the small ones, they were beneath his notice, but the big dark ones. When he was about 6 months old we lived in a house that got a lot of them. One night I saw he’d trapped one. Now I’d always heard eating them gave cats worms, so I bent to take it away from him.

He growled at me. I said, “Okay, fine, get sick.” He proceeded to torture the thing for a while as cats will, then gobble it up, and repeated his snacking at every opportunity for years.

He lived to be 16 1/2 years old, and in great condition almost to the last. So I suspect roaches are not dangerous to cats — at least not cats with iron constitutions like his.

Comment from Timothy J. McCorkle
Time: July 23, 2016, 12:21 pm

This is the third ” working Cat post I’ve seen this week. once, Back in the sixties, My sisters Cat “Ringo” managed to catch a Bunny in the Soy bean field crossed the street from our subdivision. subsequent screaming had a city bred Neighbor call the cops because someone was Killing a little Girl…

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