Post by D B Davis
My last cat, Noirton, was a mouser. He was originally feral and had to
hunt for food.
My current cat, the pointy nosed Siamese called Honey, is also a
mouser. She likes to "cut heads" and leave a trophy behind.
Neither cat chased mice. Instead they both patiently waited for the
mouse to come to them. Minutes or hours, whatever it took, they both
bided their time: alert, poised, prepared to strike at any instant.
My cat in the eighties was a hunter. I never SAW her hunting, so I
don't know her techniques, other than once. She was playing with a
mouse in my shower stall. I know that the mouse wouldn't have come up
the drain, so I presume she brought it in from outside for a cruelty
cage match. She left a huge robin behind the bed once that I didn't
know was there till trying to chase the smell.
I think she invented religion once. I went on a 2.5 week vacation and
delegated someone to come by, fill the food bowl (I had a drip waterer
for her) and deliver petting as required. Toward the end of my
vacation, he found (and removed) a mouse on my keyboard - the place
where The Greg spent most of his time. The next day, three mice. On
day three, (if recall correctly), three more mice, a bird a bat and a
snake, all piled on the altar of The Greg. On day four, I returned.
I wondered if she ever decided which sacrufice I had been waiting for.
There were chipmunks in the tree outside my kitchen window. I never
saw her with a chipmunk. The house was built into a hillside, with
long grass out front and scrubland behind it - ideal hunting
We are geeks. Resistance is voltage over current.