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It’s what’s for dinner

Well, it’s safe to say our snooky-ookums has developed a taste for rodent. First, stealing them out of traps and now this. I came around the corner the other day just in time to see the last of a tail slithering down his gullet. So Jack, like Charlotte, quietly kills and eats rather than bringing us gifts. We never know how many mice she catch and we won’t know with him, either.

Pretty good on the old girl for managing to eat them, since she’s had all her teeth extracted. You don’t want me to describe how she does it.

Photo is Uncle B’s. He also got a cracking few minutes video of Jack making love to the corpse with dead, staring eyes (Jack’s, not the mouse).

Good weekend, y’all!


Comment from CrabbyOldBat
Time: April 10, 2015, 11:46 pm

According to at least one study, cats only bring home about 21% of their kills.


Comment from Deborah HH
Time: April 11, 2015, 1:44 am

Oh good grief. The Oatmeal. The Bobcats. Now I can’t stop laughing and Husband thinks I’ve lost my mind.

Terrific photo, Uncle Badger. So glad to learn that Jack is a good mouser. I’ve never understood why the pet food companies can’t make mouse-flavored cat chow.

Comment from Nina
Time: April 11, 2015, 2:00 am

We never have trouble with mice, let’s just say that.

Comment from mojo
Time: April 11, 2015, 3:01 am

About 1 mousie every 2 hours would be normal kitty appetite. Being fed will cut down on that, of course.

Comment from Stark Dickflüssig
Time: April 11, 2015, 4:07 am

Looks like he’s mirroring the mousie’s pose.

Comment from Anonymous
Time: April 11, 2015, 3:28 pm

Just make sure he stays away from the flying fireballs:

Burnin’ Down the House!!!

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 11, 2015, 4:38 pm

That’s actually better than I thought, Anonymous. The headlines described the building as Medieval. It must’ve been Medieval in style only, then.

Comment from The Mad Soprano
Time: April 13, 2015, 7:27 pm

Back when I used to work at a horse barn, one of the cats caught what looked like a house sparrow. And she was pacing up and down with the bird in her mouth, meowing like crazy and wondering why the humans did not like her gift.

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