When I came downstairs a little bit ago after finishing working out, my dad was freaking because he had just let Evil Kitty in and she had brought with her a bird. A live bird. Which was now flying around the downstairs of my house.
Cue ten minutes of chasing it around the kitchen, dining room, and living room with a towel until I was finally able to grab it and liberate it out the front door.
So today it was 55 minutes of grueling cardio, suckas.
xoxo
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A *real* American cardio-gladiator would have torn the head off with her teeth and enjoyed it as a high-protein dessert.
And what's a bird doing flying around after dark, anyway? If it'd been up with the sun working out during the *proper* part of the day in the first place, it wouldn't have wound up almost kitty dinner.
Dan's theory is that she knows where the nest is and thus was able to sneak up on the poor thing while it was sleeping. Because, yeah, we couldn't figure out what it was doing out after dark either.
Anyway, I made a new edict (that everyone will ignore as usual): no one lets that cat in the house without checking her mouth first!
My parent's new cats don't catch anything at all... they seem to spend most of their time lying around sleeping.
And they're only about a year old, they should have plenty of energy.
I told them they weren't pulling their weight and they better start catching some small edible rodents or something, or they were going to find themselves getting awfully skinny... but they just ignored me and went back to sleep.
I told my 'rents it was time to get feeder mice, just to keep their mad feline skillz up-to-snuff.
In our house, the black and white evil kitty clone would probably make the same cock-up of bird catching...he is the sort who can manage to catch live mice and then be unclear on the next step. All this is to the intense disgust of the crazy old bag-lady cat who lives in our house but isn't "ours." What she catches, she eats, leaving nothing for queasy humans to chase or clean up, except the odd hairball.
The bird was clubbin', what else?
Evil Kitty is actually the best, most persistent hunter of any cat I've ever had, though she's slowing down a bit as she's getting older. (Yeah, yeah, aren't we all.) But she never ever eats anything she kills. I honestly don't even think she has any conception of the connection between catching and killing some small mammal and food. Food comes from the cabinet to the right of the kitchen sink :-)
"Food comes from the cabinet to the right of the kitchen sink :-)"
My parents cats may keep looking for something to chase... and sadly finding my parents house insufficiently equipped with rodents...
But while they were "sleeping" their lazy asses in two other rooms one night, I decided to have some cereal, and the sound of the rustling lining in the right room brought them both bolt upright and making an immediate bee-line for the food bowls (which still had food in them, anyway).
Yeah, they can sure hunt... the sound of rustling paper.
Of course, they both stared at the bowl, and then me, and then the bowl, and... Until I gave in and rustled the *proper* paper bag.
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