Came home this evening to find something odd in the kitchen - a bloody heron's/crane's leg. The rest of it was lodged in the catflap. Admittedly it wasn't full grown - whilst it was alive I reckon it would have been about two feet tall - but still by far the largest thing he's ever killed. Starting to get ridiculous now - I'm scared one day I'll come home and find the little fcuker waiting for me in the hall with a knuckleduster to nick my wallet. Savage little git!
Can anyone else top that?
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When I was kid our cat was so ferocious the postman and the milkman were afraid of her. Across the road lived a family with an Old English Sheepdog (Shaggy), this got out one day, saw our cat in the front garden and went for her big time. She stood up on her hind legs, and bopped it one on the nose, the bloody dog turned tail a fled faster than you could say "down boy".
Once I'd been away from work on a training course. My boss gave me a lift home, so out of politeness I inveted her in for a coffee. Luckily she refused because when I got in, Mrs Stig had shut the kitchen door and was shouting hysterically "there's a snake, there's a snake". I went into the kitchen to find a slow-worm butchered on the kitchen floor. I'd never have realised that so much blood would have come out of one little animal.
Worst though was the kebab wrapper, complete with bits of onion, chile sauce and those little strips of lettuce all over the place. No sign of any meat though (that's kebabs for you).
Mog was a boy who never got his balls done so used to try to rape scamp or lay on his back ejaculating in his sleep most of the time. When he wasn't doing either of these delightful pastimes he would bring in his kills, I found this really funny my woman didn't she was terrified of it as most of the stuff was alive and kicking when he got it back.
The best he did by far was in the summer of 2004 I got in from work to find a seagul, a SEAGUL in the kitchen still alive with no beak. We broke up not long after this nothing to do with little mog who totally changed my opinion of cats, but because I spent too much time working.
I think back on the summer of 2004 I don't think of her, or David Beckhams penalty miss, or how hot it was, or a blinding lads holiday, I think of that poor seagul and how once I chased it out it must of had the most painful death imaginable.
Our cat once caught a wood pigeon and I thought that was large. We managed to save it and got the RSPB to take it away.
Once saw a fight between an alsation and a cat. Dog ran up barking and throwing it's weight around, cat just jumped on to its muzzle and hung on with all its claws. It was like some mad bucking bronco ride. Don't think that one will be bothering cats any more, by the time he'd got it off his nose was in a right state. Not pretty.
good job it wsn't fully grown as those bastards are evil. see that one that drowned the rabbit in the paper the other week and then swallowed it hole - cats not much bigger than a rabbit.
Your cat sounds like a legend though fearless little buggers some cats.
My Jack Russell is available - she had another tear up last night with one when I took her for a walk
The next morning she came down to find that her two Siamese had killed and eaten it.
Couple of summers ago I was in the back garden and heard from a dog barking frantically and a young lads voice saying "CATS, CATS, CATS…." over and over. It was then I realised my 17yr old cat was out the front and put 2 and 2 together. So went legging it through the house to find this Chavvy little oik of about 16 winding his Staff up, who was straining at the leash to get at the cat (He was standing his ground, hissing like mad and fluffing himself up).
Just as I shouted at him to f**k off he reached down and let the dog off the leash.
The dog went for the cat, who side-stepped in pure Jason Robinson style, and set about scratching the be' Jesus out of the dogs nose. The dog ran back to the lad, blood pouring from its nose and around its eyes, and cowered behind the lads legs.
After having threatened to kick the living daylights out of both him and the dog I started laughing and said "How funny is that! Your dog got done by a 17yr old cat!!".
He still walks the dog past the house but funnily enough we've never had a rematch.
I ever catch any chav doing anything like that to my cats I'll cut him up and eat him.
Someone shot my cat with an airgun once and I went around knocking on doors around the neighbourhood for the culprit. Its a good job I never found anyone I seriously suspected or I would probably be inside now...
You can mess with a lot of things, but don't mess with a man's moggy.
I bet you had to think a moment before you typed moggy instead of pussy....come on now, be truthful!!
Would have been a bit different if the cat had got hurt but he's an old bruiser and very capable of looking after himself. So I saw the funny side of it.
At our previous house we'd get a dog fox patrolling his territory and walk past our front garden every evening at about 7pm. Without fail the cat would be hiding in a bush at the end of the drive and just as the fox went past and was about to mark the bush, the cat would come flying out screaming like a banshee and go for the fox. Old basil would be on his toes up the road quicker than a Palace fan. He's well 'ard I tell thee.
Well he was. He's 19yrs old and bit geriatric now so has calmed down a bit
He's 'ard. He knacks foxes!
I second that - Anyone touches my cat and I cannot be responsible for my actions. My current next door neighbour but one can stand testament to that statement.
RIP in peace.
They taste just like chicken.