to be horrified, HORRIFIED, by the particially regurgitated mouse my cat has left on my patio

[fullofregrets]

Mice in their entirety I can cope with. They can be easily dealt with using a spade. Still gross but less gross than what is currently residing on my patio.
The only mouse bit left complete is the tail. The rest is in small pieces. What the hell shall I do with it? Leave it and hope something else even more disgusting than my cat comes and eats it?

I feel a bit sick thinking about it.

Sparkling - we love them because they sit on us and purr and make us believe that they love us too.

Good point Auntie. Sparkling cat strokes my face with her paw when I am asleep. I love her so much.

I do love my cat too, although my liking of her has waned a little since blended mouse discovery.
There is something deeply satisfying about having a cat lie on you and purr. It makes up a bit for the dead animals in various states of completeness that we cat owners have to endure.
I will remind myself of that tomorrow when scraping dead mouse off the patio before my toddler spies it and decides to investigate.

My nice cat is completely white (always wanted a white cat!) she has semi long hair, she is beautiful and she loves being picked up and cuddled.

My other stupid cat doesn't mind Dd pushing him around in her dolls pram and when he was smaller didn't mind being strapped in either, he is quite odd and will just flop on you, a bit like a rag doll except he is a ginger moggy.

at cat strapped into dolls pram purple.

Our moggie used to leave us little field mice beside the toaster
And we found sparrow bottoms, wings and heads (she ate the middle)

Next doors cat killed a rat in the garden during my DDs birthday party.We were eating outside. Thanks neighbours cat.That added something to the occasion.

But I miss moggie. There was a mouse under the sofa a while back.It'd had poison so was a bit, drowsy,squirmy.
I took it outside and it didn't move. I didn't want it to suffer or wait to be some cats' plaything, so I ,umm, clubbed it to death with a plant pot.
It was quick, honestly.

I've gone right off my two. It's at least a mouse a night. One and a half this evening. They brought a shrew last week. Sooo tiny and cute. DS2 cried.

I wouldn't mind but they're not even lap cats. Ginger boy just sleeps or ambushes us. He's my first biteyscratchy cat. My old cats never hunted and were snuggly.

My cat is funny looking and was adopted from our neighbour who had several cats and wasn't bothered about any of them very much. I wouldn't have home out and bought a cat but this one sort of adopted us. She is completely soft most of the time, apart from her penchant for mice obviously. DS regularly squeezes her and hugs her and he chalked over her last summer before I caught him buy she stands for it.
She is a funny looking thing though, however I like to kid myself think she is quite bright.

No,can't say I love my cat.

But he makes a bloody good hot water bottle on my lap when the heating has gone off.

My cat is so fat now that there is an official ban on anyone taking a photo of her, I'm scared it goes on the Internet and she wins some sort of record, in my defence she is on a diet, but she is miserable, her rabbit killing/decapitation days are over.

Purple. You've reminded me of my gorgeous all white cat I grew up with. She slept in the bed with me every night and would let me push her round in my doll's pram, complete with blanket and woolly hat. Ace cat. She lived to 18.

My old cat brought home a dead seagull but also many many half chewed/regurgitated mice.

Boaking at the baby duckling....and just this thread in general...lol

I don't even mind her keeping the mouse population down. Pre cat we had mice in the kitchen and I was having to bleach everywhere every morning. I messed around for a few nights with those humane traps but the little bastards took the bait and then escaped. Finally I went down one morning and discovered one still in the 'humane' trap. Totally and utterly dead. It's face looked like that girl's face in The Ring. Frozen in horror. Clearly it had wet itself a million times and then had a heart attack. It was not terribly humane. I then resorted to the snap em on the back of the neck traps. I do not like killing things but it was a them or us situation. I did however glean a strange sense of satisfaction every time I caught one (worrying) and considered making some sort of badge to show how many I'd caught.
Maybe I have more in common with my cat than I'd realised now I come to think of it...

Although I did not liquidise them and then leave them on the patio. Just to make that clear.

I had the humane traps (the tubey thing that has a little door) and I found a dead mouse that I thought had sweated to death. So not nice or quick.And we checked them several times a day.
Same as those sticky pads-never used them, but like giant flypaper.
Snap-traps- I always worry about them trapping their yail rather than their neck.

My cats first 'gift' was a starling.She brought it upstairs and left it on our bedroom floor. It was alive so we put it in a box for a while then released it.

And a frog. They scream. Not nice.

So far i've had:

Flat frogs (lots of them, they hop up our street, get squished and then the cats bring them in)
A blackbird.
Lots of pigeons.
Dragonflies, although none since I got the hedge removed.
Rats, lots of rats.
Poor little mice.

One night my sweet cat brought in a dead mouse, stuck it on her bed, snuggled up to it and cleaned it. She "looked after" it all night..wtf?

In the immortal words of my gaffe prone Grandmother, who, when confronted with a moggie's prey opined:

"It's not nice, but that's what cats do, it is only human nature."

I think the tide turned or my cat while I was pregnant.

I was in the garden and a baby bird had fallen from its nest but couldn't fly yet so mummy bird was swooping down and trying to teach it how. My garden is enclosed so baby bird couldn't use a bush or hide. I spent an hour creeping round trying to catch it so I could pop it back near its nest (pregnancy hormones gone crazy) and mummy bird was becoming more and more distressed and kept swooping down to baby.

Well psycho killer as she is now known, comes strolling over the fence behind my back, grabs baby bird, who squeals and legs it. Mummy bird goes crazy and I cried all day a bit (and couldn't even look at cat all day). Oh god, think I am going to start again

Iy is vile when they do that tired. the Mum is going crazy and the cat is throwing the baby up in the air/against the patio window. I have been known to shut the curtains on it all.

Have serious feelings of inadequacy re my cat, who has never bought me anything more exotic than a single feather. He was all proud of himself, even though it was quite clearly a feather that had fallen naturally from one of the birds that sit on our fence laughing at him on a daily basis. :(

fullofregrets, hilarious!

Oh thank god my cat is so crap.

Liquidised mouse still in situe on patio.
Looks more even disgusting than yesterday. Why haven't crows eaten it? Why?

My old cat used to catch mice, then put them inside my Dad's slippers, lovingly patted into the toes. My current cat brings me cooked sausages (there is a chippy round the corner).

My cats specialise in bringing in live birds/mice

Normally resulting in an hour of hilarity as I shout at DH, he shouts at the cats, they meow, and we all try and catch the terrified creature.

Bloody cats.