It’s that time of year again when my cat, Barry, feels the need to bring me presents. That sounds nice, doesn’t it? Except that her presents are dead rats which she leaves on the mat by the front door.
It all started on Saturday night. I put the key in the front door to find a fairly decent-sized rat corpse waiting for me with a very proud cat sitting next to it. Unfortuantely, this happened to coincide with her food time. As I fed her I told her quite clearly that her dinner was in no way a reward for her behaviour.
Apparently it didn’t sink in.
This morning I woke up to find one of poor dead ratty’s friends had come to the same fate. Yep, dead and slightly bloodied on the door mat (sorry if you’re eating or drinking at the mo).
Again, I made it very clear that her breakfast was being served in spite of her new thirst for small rodent’s blood, not because of it. God knows what’s going to be waiting for me when I get home tonight.
But, I can never stay angry with her for long (the picture here is Barry chasing the cursor across the computer screen!). Like Anna I’m mildly obsessed with cats.
If you are too, then take five minutes to look at this brilliant silly cat pics website: icanhascheezburger.com.