I knew something was up when I got out of the shower and instead of being in his customary spot on the rug just outside the tub, he was laying underneath the toilet.
Luckily, I am a habitual looker-down-before-I-step kind of person, so I managed to spot the "gift" before stepping on it (let me just say "eeeeeewwwww").
You guessed right.
My furry, four-legged "son" caught a mouse sometime between my alarm going off (where he was curled up in the nook of my bent legs) and me getting out of the shower last Friday morning.
And he's declawed!
This is the 2nd animal he's caught in the house. The first time he caught a little black shrew. We think it was him but really can't be sure since we do have two hunters in the house (Alabama Mae caught a shrew outside during a Father's Day BBQ and promptly brought it to my dad as a present).
This one I could be sure was his, just because of his odd behavior. When I stepped out of the shower, he looked at me, then at the mouse, and then back at me as if to say "Momma! Aren't you going to praise me?"
Of course I couldn't deal with the dead critter just then...I was still naked for cryin' out loud!
So I used some toilet paper to move it away from immediate danger of being stepped on in our 1' square bathroom and proceeded to get to the point where I was dressed enough to toss the carcass outside.
I considered flushing it, but thought it would be a bad idea. Gizmo is an extremely smart kitten, and he would try to "rescue" his prize if he saw me put it in the toilet.
But when it came time to dispose of the corpse, IT WAS GONE!!
OMIGOD. Not good.
Now I had to find this damn thing because there's no way I'm letting a potential mini-mouse zombie reanimate within the confines of my home.
I checked the usual spots...his food & water dish, his little hidey-hole cat castle, the spare bed...
Nada.
But then I remembered one truly important fact about my son....he's a HUGE daddy's boy, so I knew that he would have to show off his hunting skills to his father upstairs.
Nevermind that the Big B is sleeping away, Gizmo is a quiet understated kind of kitty but he would wait patiently until B acknowledged his feat.
And that's right where I found him and the mouse, hanging out on the carpet upstairs, waiting patiently for the accolades that are justly due him.
Oh he looks so very proud, doesn't he?
Okay so you can barely see the thing...but it was definitely a live mouse at one point!
I guess all that practice with the fake mousies last night really gave Gizmo an edge this morning when it came time for the real thing.
My son, the mighty fluffy hunter.
*I tried to delay-post this 3 FRAKKIN times...Blogger hates me, because it's now a week later than I meant to post it. *sigh*
*I tried to delay-post this 3 FRAKKIN times...Blogger hates me, because it's now a week later than I meant to post it. *sigh*
2 comments:
Caught it and he's been declawed? That is praise worthy. He has a right to strut his stuff. lol
He is DA Kitty! He's now seen a video on Yahoo of a kitten going to (somewhat) great lengths to fetch a mouse, and has determined that he will be the next Yahoo video sensation. He's a ham, that one.
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