Found a worm in the laundry room.
Thought the cat might like it, so I picked her up and carried her in there. She did, indeed, like the worm. I put her down and she stared at it for a while, then started batting cautiously at it.
I left my furry little predator in there.
Came back a little while later. Cat had gone.
Could not find the worm.
Had a couple thoughts on where it might be. (Its little wiggly corpse a gift on my pillow? Feline ate her prey in triumph? Worm is still alive, now crawling around my kitchen?) None of these fills me with happy.
2 comments:
My wife hates snakes. The cat is fascinated with them. The cat has been known to bring 'friends' home for lunch.
The comment above made me remember a cat my sister had that would bring snakes home to feed her babies. Another sister drew a cartoon of it, with the babies asking, "Aw, Mom, snake again? Can't we have mice or birds like all the other kittens?!"
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