dead baby rabbit in my bedroom

(56 Posts)
maniacbug Fri 07-Feb-14 05:51:35

<sigh>
We have three cats (technically still kittens) and are pretty rural.
Our middle one often wakes me up at around 5am, and when she's doing her deep guttural growl and scuffling about a bit I know she's caught something. Usually it's a mouse or a vole and I intercept if I can or (and I know this is probably bad) leave her to it and then dispose of whatever's left. But this morning, it was a whole baby rabbit. Christ knows how she got it through the cat flap. It was clearly dead but she hadn't started dismembering it or anything. I took it off her, closed its poor little eyes, wrapped it in a cloth and put it in the larder, behind a closed door so she can't get at it. My question is: what do I do with it?! If I take it outside there's a high chance she will find it and bring it in again. I can't put it in the bin, can I? Or the food waste. WWYD?

tibbysmum Fri 07-Feb-14 11:44:41

we've also woken up to an excited cat playing with a (thankfully dead) rat on our bed at 4am. Ugh!

I woke one night with a moving heaviness on my chest. DH turned on light to see a half dead crow on my chest flapping and our cat sat at the end of the bed looking really pleased with herself!

I screamed... Bird half flew off my chest and then lunged round the room, feathers and blood flying everywhere. DH naked balls a swinging throwing his doc martins at the poor bloody bird. He caught it and ran down the stairs outside to the bin wringing it's neck on the way. He came back in ( still naked) and he looked like he had been in some sort of " getting back to nature" documentary....

Cat just sauntered out....

We looked like this blush

cozietoesie Fri 07-Feb-14 12:24:23

Better having the cat playing with a dead rat than a rat playing with you, SecretRed.

kaizen Fri 07-Feb-14 13:40:19

these are my final two horror tales...

once got up at 3am to find the living room had 6 big frogs from next doors ponds in it, all either dismembered or in shock. i kid you not there were froggy hand prints in blood up the walls. There was a massive frog sat on a plug covered in gooey stuff. I literally knelt down and wept and said "i am fucking defeated". Then i found one in my work bag in the morning. The neighbours had kids and filled the pond in, thank the Lord!!

FInally, i put a dead rabbit in the dustbin in the height of summer, where it stayed for a few days. I opened the bin to find it full of maggots and stuff and had to tip the bin over and CRAWL IN to find the bag with the now leaking rabbit in and chuck it in the stream. The fucking cat watched me do it and got re-interested in the decomposing rabbit and tried to get in the bag.

those were the days....

kaizen Fri 07-Feb-14 13:43:33

electricbanana the crow-on-the-chest story is legend grin love the way the cat was watching!

Chopsypie Fri 07-Feb-14 14:37:55

Kaizen you can almost imagine the cat saying 'oh good, they are playing with it already'

DameFanny Fri 07-Feb-14 14:43:34

Ooh ooh ooh - my ultimate cat-kill story - just reminded by Kaizen...

Was taking DS to get new shoes in John Lewis one day - first shop of the day. While he was being fitted I checked in my bag to make sure I'd remembered my wallet and saw a mouse staring back at me with a rictus grin.

Panicked quietly, as I knew if I said anything DS - then about 7 - would want to see it, kick up a fuss about how terribly sad it all was, and probably want to keep it. All in the children's department.

The mouse was upright with one paw outstretched, sort of sitting in the little pocket near the top of the inside that lipsyl and keys goes in.

So I edged out my phone (which I'd chucked in without looking) and sent a desperate text to DH, who was then working in a nearby office. Thankfully he wasn't in a meeting and arrived a couple of minutes later, took the handbag away, and brought it back de-moused just in time for me to pay for DS's shoes.

At which point the shop assistant looked at me quizzically, and being a complete idiot (having managed to keep a poker face all that time) blurted out "Oh, he was just getting rid of a dead mouse for me".

So I can never go in there again.

FairPhyllis Fri 07-Feb-14 14:53:19

Did you see that Horizon documentary about cats last year? One of the cats in the village was a prolific bunny killer. It ate all of a bunny apart from one eyeball, and deposited it in the owner's house.

That's your future, OP.

When I was little, our cat caught an adder shock shock

All the dog brings in are muddy footprints, and in the scheme of things, those are just fine grin

maniacbug Fri 07-Feb-14 16:36:54

Yeah, thanks for that FairPhyllis!
Mutilated crows, gooey frogs, solitary eyeballs... you lot are hardcore.
On balance, I'll take the dead baby rabbit.

As an aside, I find it fascinating how completely different all three cats' personalities are. Murderous middle cat also thinks she's a dog and follows us to school. And licks our nostrils in the middle of the night. The other two show no interest in hunting (littlest, being white, is at something of a disadvantage). We are all convinced that eldest cat is a human in feline form, whereas littlest cat keeps falling in the bath/pond/toilet and is generally bonkers. DCs are all equally different, I suppose... though none of them has (yet) fallen in the toilet.

intheround Fri 07-Feb-14 16:40:20

our cat caught a juvenile hare and brought it in through the catflap. She's rather portly so I wondered how she dragged it in. She had eaten the side off it.

AmberLeaf Fri 07-Feb-14 16:52:14

One of my Dads cats brought home what was clearly a just cooked 'resting' roast leg of lamb.

How she got it over the garden fences I can't imagine.

Someone had a very disappointing sunday dinner that day. Never did find out whos house she stole it from.

We had a live squirrel brought home by one of ours, numerous other little beasts too.

kaizen Fri 07-Feb-14 17:41:29

I went to the shop one Saturday morning for a paper and returned to the sight of fat cat with a dead rabbit beautifully laid out on the rug in front of the fire, and she was daintily chewing its innards. It reminded me of Hammer House of Horror. And she bloody carried on after looking a bit put out that I hadn't gone to work for the day and then she could really have made a day of it grin

FushandChups Fri 07-Feb-14 21:14:01

These are making me grin My cat hasn't brought anything in yet and long may it last!

AthelstaneTheUnready Fri 07-Feb-14 21:23:49

I get eyeballs.

The back legs of things are usually left on the rug. Dead whole things are usually stuffed into shoes or boots. Live things are brought to wherever I am and spat out or dropped.

I was so proud the day the Fanged BatCat brought home a rabbit bigger than herself <nostalgic>.

PantsOnYourHead Fri 07-Feb-14 21:30:26

I had the most fabulous cat that caught over 100 rabbits one summer (we kept a tally) He was the toast of the neighbourhood.

Ilovemydogandmydoglovesme Fri 07-Feb-14 21:32:22

I am so glad I'm a dog person. grin

PantsOnYourHead Sat 08-Feb-14 09:49:45

My dog has brought three live in chickens and left them on the sofa this week my dog

Fluffycloudland77 Sat 08-Feb-14 10:00:38

Whose chickens though? confused

stubbornstains Sat 08-Feb-14 10:00:42

It's when the baby rabbits are still alive, but whimpering and paralysed, that gets me. Because then you have to kill them yourself. It's actually quite difficult to kill something if you have no experience. It genuinely makes me wonder how murderers ever manage to kill adult humans, when even a baby rabbit can cling onto life so tenaciously.

(traumatised for life)

cozietoesie Sat 08-Feb-14 10:03:57

It's partly why they do that - to give the inexperienced youngsters an easy prey to practice on at the start. Part of having a cat I'm afraid.

One of my old cats was a terrible hunter and instead of animals, used to bring back burgers from the local takeaway.

kaizen Sat 08-Feb-14 10:16:49

Fat cat was lying groaning on the bed last year, refusing food. I was worried until I found a rabbit ear and tail on the rug. She had eaten the Whole. Fucking. Thing.

She did it again but next time I found vomited chicken pie and peas outside from next door's bin. I don't worry about her 'off days' now.

PantsOnYourHead Sat 08-Feb-14 10:18:41

Oh my chickens fluffy she scaled a 5ft fence and hedge and jumped into the pen. They were wet, after being licked but otherwise fine, if a bit pissed off.

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