But He's so Cute and Fuzzy

Yesterday, I got home from work, and found the decapitated body of a mouse on the carpet. Okay, so it was a toy mouse, a little fur covered plastic thing you can pick up from the pet isle of your local grocery store, but it was decapitated. My snuggly cat is a bloodthirsty guillotine to poor unsuspecting toy mice.

Orion, the Mighty Hunter, my adorable tuxedo cat, brought home a bird once, and when the two 70lbs dogs went to see what the 15lbs cat was doing, he growled at them. I've never seen those dogs back up and sit down so fast. A cat growl is a truly scary sound. Eventually, the cat was wrapped in a towel, the bird removed, and the whole experience was so traumatic that no other birds have been brought home.

There was a time when a family with about 10 children lived next door to me. They moved out, and the mice they had been feeding scattered throughout the neighborhood. Orion brought home a few mice. The problem with mice is that they go into shock after being "played with" by a cat for a while. The problem with cats is that they lose interest in things that don't move, get distracted, and leave the poor live mouse in the middle of the dinning room... That's when one of the dogs found the mouse. Galla is a sweet mutt, but we think she might have some bird dog in her... because she likes to hold things in her mouth. So when we found a fully intact, soggy, dead mouse on the floor, we could only assume it had either drowned, been smothered, or died of shock while being held securely in her mouth.

Now I don't have to worry about the dogs trying to take the cat toys, so for the first time in his life Orion gets to have all his little fur covered mice strewn around the apartment. And he can decapitate them, and leave them for me to find. As long as I don't find a real one decapitated on my pillow, it's kinda cute.