He started out this summer's killing season with lizards then moved onto mice, yesterday he caught a rat, brought it into the house and I had to smush it with an ironing board when he got (ironically) bored.
Today I blocked the cat door so he could go outside, but could not come back inside with his kills.
I heard him just a few minutes ago pawing at the door. I went to see what he had, but I couldn't tell from inside. I went out the front door, walked around to the back and found his catch hiding behind the kitty litter box on the back porch.
It was a friggin baby rabbit! A BABY RABBIT! It was big too!
I tried to stop Louie. I pulled him away and hit him with a wiffle ball bat. I pushed the baby rabbit off the porch with the bat but he was too scared to run away. Louie jumped down and tried to get him again, the baby rabbit ran underneath the porch, Louie in hot pursuit. I have no idea what is going to happen under there, but I blocked the cat door with the kitty litter box from the outside, so whatever happens outside will stay outside.
That sick fucker!
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Wow! Nice!
Don't let your girl see it or you'll never get rid of the thing.
I'm torn between being impressed by his prowess at killing and maiming progressively larger and larger animals and being horrified and disgusted at selfsame.
I mean, he went from a smallish rat to a largish baby rabbit in 24 hours. Tomorrow he'll catch a jackrabbit. Friday he'll be dragging the mailman up the front steps.
He's sick!
Is Louie really a cat? :)
He is one helluva hunter!
"ironically bored..."
hahaha... you must meet Jason... Mr. Bad-Pun-a-Minute. Jason, meet Jessey...
Ah crap! I just got a new bed...
Guess the cat door will have to stay blocked forever.
PS, I threw away that ironing board. I can't keep a murder weapon in the house! :)
Ack... I hate to think what you'll have to do when your husband uses the disposal method for the next one then...
Overreact much? Murder weapon? Exterminating vermin is not murder, it's a public service.
Chris: You and my husband are of the same mind. As he was removing the rat corpse (is it OK to call it a corpse???) I told him to toss the ironing board too.
He said I was ridiculous. I said I was not.
He said "Yes you are, you made me throw away your black sweater because a dead lizard was on it."
I said, "Well, the zipper was broken anyway, and it was falling apart. It was going in the trash anyway."
I also made him throw away a baby blanket that had a dead lizard on it, I considered tossing a pair of faux Uggs that a lizard ran into and I wash EVERYTHING that a lizard, mouse, other vermin touches, rubs on , runs over, or looks at...well, not that last one, but yes, I overreact...much.
Amy: I agree, these victims are being slaughtered by Louie. That baby rabbit he had on the porch was as big as his own head. What is he going to do with that? It's like hunting for big game and then not eating it. It's messed up. He's a psycho.
I bought a bell collar for him today to try to stem the tide of violence around here. I better act fast or the streets will run with blood! :)
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