To be pissed off with my cat

[MozzchopsThirty]

I'm ok when she kills little shrews or small birds, that's what cats do!

Today I got home to what can only be described as a murder scene!!!!!
She had dragged a magpie through the utility room window, it was as big as her!
There was blood everywhere and I mean everywhere, all over the white goods, pools of it on the floor, all up the door, the walls, it was hideous
The bird was twitching on the floor, I got it outside and had to phone the RSPCA as it was suffering but I couldn't kill it!
Ds2 traumatised and wants to bury it tomorrow

It took me 2 hours to clean up, I've locked the cat out and I'm so pissed off!

I have 2 of the fuckers and they are both arseholes, one only had legs, he sits in the disabled parking space and refuses to move for anything, the other one, brings me back, squirrels, pigeons, various birds, a live rat, a shit load of mice.

I have tried showing how overjoyed I am, but its just encouraging him, so I stopped. My neighbour had to rescue the 3 legged one the other day from his pond, because he had tried to grab a very expensive fish, but because they have a net over it, he got caught up.

one only had legs

one only has 3 legs

I have 2 cats, both hand reared from day one. Dcat1 is a fat bastard, who is great at stalking milk bottle tops but not much else.
Dcat2 is apparently a stealth ninja, who despite his small size, seems equipped to dispatch while families of mice, shrews, rats and birds. He brought me a squirrel, which I threw away. He brought it back, I threw it away etc. Then dcat1 came along and ATE ITS FACE! It was like some kind of macabre onesie. The Faceless Squirrel.
We all saw dcat1 a little differently after that.
In his finest hour, dcat 1 brought in a live bat and let It go at the top of the stairs. That was fun.

I can tell the weather is getting warmer as the 'presents' start to appear!

So far this week we've had one live mouse - took over 3 hours to find and catch the bloody thing. A dove with a partially eaten wing (my husband had to euthanise that one).

I have a brother and sister who are nearly a year old - the boy brings me leaves and the girl brings me RATS who are nearly as big as her! Arghhhhh

My cat brought home a red bellies black snake recently (a baby one) and deposited it in the garden 😱

Being mouse phobic these stories are utterly terrifying.

My indoor kitty is an excellent hunter. Every morning and night she brings her prey to us. Placed lovingly by or on the bed or the sofa. Has been hunting this particular prey for five years or so, since DGS outgrew it.

Strangely I have never spotted her carrying it.

Old cat (who finally was pts late last year aged 20) used to specialise in mice and voles. He would bring them in through the bedroom window at 3.00 am and wake us up with the crunching noises while eating them. He always left a small evil smelling bit on the floor for us to find with bare feet on the morning.

I suspect he trained the current cats - so when he was too old to catch anything himself he used to mug them for their prey.
His brother was a one eyed psychopath who
even had a go (very unsuccessfully) at a pair of black swans in the garden once.

Once FIL heard the cat bring something into their bedroom in the middle of the night. He grabbed what he thought was a t shirt, used it to pick up the animal and threw it and the shirt out of the window. In the morning when he looked out he saw a dead mole, wrapped in a pair of pants, dead on top of his car.

My arsehole cat left a live mouse in my handbag once.

When we had a stray (when I was still in the family home), I saw the cat with a pigeon in his mouth and the cat was doing a 'lap of honour' all around the garden! Luckily he did not bring it in. I didn't want to question his hunting prowess, but it was a very hot day and the pigeon had been seen on the fence is a very drowsy state. So, either ill or overcome by the heat.

@gide - yes I remember that quote from a Pratchett book. We’re distracted by their glamour so we don’t see them for the evil bastards they actually are.

I wouldn’t be without mine though lol

Every time I catch up with this thread, thete's an advert at the bottom for 'Baking Peter Rabbit'. I love marketing algorithims.

I want that ad!

Boy Cat 1 used to regularly bring birds and mice in and leave bits of body lying about for us. He is lazier now he is older and really doesn't bother with hunting.

We have six cats. We are fortunate that they really don't bother too much except Coco who likes to kill flies, she is currently rampaging round the house in pursuit of one which has come in.

Coco also brought a live mouse in a few months back. Promptly dropped it unharmed and watched while it ran off behind the furniture. Two days later, after setting endless humane traps we finally got the mouse after retrieving it from another cats mouth and released it unharmed into one of the hedgehog houses (which were empty).

Pixie is only about a year old and I suspect she will start her hunting this year. I am dreading it.

Grumpy, my black and white tom used to mug Delilah, tiny tabby as she come back to the house with a mouthful of mouse. It was so sad for her as she had put all the effort in to catching them and along comes Baggypuss the 2nd and all twice the size of him bullied her until she dropped it she would give a death stare and go off to get another one.

Wow, I grew up with cats in the country and none of them ever did anything like that, despite there being plenty around to catch. Guess we were lucky.

"EatTheChocolateTeapot

Does she wear a bell? If not it's time to get her one. Bells reduce the amount of prey they catch."

That's a good idea for MozzchopsThirty

This thread is precisely why I don't have cat flaps. I have two cats but if they catch anything they are thus forced to at least leave it on the doorstep.

Usually I find that they get bored and then eat most of their catch so I open the door to find a pair of birds legs and a few intestines. and such like...

Could be worse, not cat related, but I thought of this from the news this week as the OP described a scene of carnage:

www.google.co.uk/amp/s/www.standard.co.uk/news/world/holidaymakers-hotel-ban-lifted-almost-20-years-after-pepperoniloving-seagulls-destroyed-room-in-a3805276.html%3famp

Mine always had a collar and bell and still a blood bath in the morning. They also continued to catch prey throughout the day depending on how lazy they were, so a bell made no difference. We lived above the banks of the river so that might have covered the sound of the bell. It was also very hard to keep them in they would vertically climb up the wall to get out.

Soup Oh the birds legs. A sight I can't un see!

Blue sorry! I must admit the first time they'd left me a pair of legs some intestines and an artful smear of blood I was rather startled and it made me feel a bit queer but nowadays I'm clearly toughened up as it seems to be just run of the mill.

Sometimes it's not birds legs, sometimes ita a mouse tail and a foot...

Aww this reminds me of when one of my 2 elderly cars brought something in. It wasn't a mouse, possibly a vole...I never found out what it was. Sort of a rat typed tail but a lot more rounded than a rat. Brown in colour. Anyway it was very very cute.

I walked in from work and found it in the cats bowl eating cat food, the cats were just sat watching it lol. Mouse/rat type thing moved on to the next bowl and both cats just fell asleep. Mouse/rat then actually went up the cats, sniffed them both and made itself at home next to one of them and went to sleep lol.

I was still too scared to move it and waited for my dad to come home but i sat for hours just watching it so one of the cats didn't decide to turn wild and get it but they never did....it was like they were best buddies haha.

A nicer story from the bastard cats lol

I remember once having a stand-off with one of my cats becaueninrefused to let him come in the house with his kill. He had a mouse stuffed in his face and tried to walk in, I blocked, he growled. The blocking and growling continued for a minute or so until he huffed off around the corner to consume his takeaway off the premises. Cat was an utter dick.

Yes soup, it's been some years since since I found the leftovers of my duos night time adventures they have been dead 12 yrs and 9 yrs. Bengal is an indoor cat, there was a time he got out and I didn't notice until I spotted him on the outside window sill looking in . It terrified him and he never tried again. He will very grudgingly play with an ostrich feather and tried to catch the kids as they walked down the stairs ( him hanging by the back end dangling dangerously though the banister but that's all the existence of the hunter there is !

Girl cat is far too posh to hunt and even runs away from the wind when it ruffles her beautiful fur. Nothing short of food from a tin, presented on a plate for her delectation will do.

Boy cat is a stealth missile of a hunter, dispatching (and eating most of) anything and everything he can lay his mucky paws on, including poor wild bunnies . Countless times I've chased him around outside trying to rescue baby bunnies as my DD sobbed her heart out. On the few occasions I've managed to catch him to rescue his prey he has "gone feral" and growled and spat at me, with huge pupils, before later turning back into my soft, cuddly puss.

It's horrible. I'm hoping for less of a bloodfest this year as he's finally kept a collar (and bell) on for more than five minutes. I would never have a cat flap - there's one on the shed only.