This morning - I was greeted at the door with a present from my cat left at the sill. A mouse. Blood included. Good gawd, I almost threw up. Luckily Trent hadn't left for his golf yet, and I got to sucker him into the disposal. Where the heck do you put this kind of thing?
I know it's a gift for you when a cat leaves it at the doorstep, but honestly....wouldn't a meow suffice, or even a quick purr?
So, that's not all. about 1/2 hour later, as I was making my coffee, I'm gazing out the window watching my garden and I see Shatzi race from the bushes across the patio and under the porch. With something in his mouth. A bird. I ran to the door and called his name. Mandy went ballistic, and the dogs in the neighbourhood followed suit :-) Scared Shatzi enough to release the bird I guess, because I saw the bird fly away with a few feathers in his wake. It seemed unscathed the way it was flying, so I'm hoping I saved it.
I know it's nature, and it doesn't bother me that much...but a mouse? That bothers me. How many more are in my oasis back there that I don't know about? My lovely evening in front of the fireplace doesn't seem so serene and safe anymore.
On the flip side, at least he's a mouser, and can catch the fuckers. For an 11 year old cat, I think it's pretty good.
But I'm still grossed out.
Makes me wonder if my dream of living on an acreage needs to be refined. *lol* I'm sure there's plenty of critters out there.