Fleeting Horrors
Right, the more delicate among you might want to pull up your skirts and run like hell at this point.
There was I waxing lyrical just the other day about the joys of nature, full of light and delight, life and movement. Well, as with all things, there is a yin and there is a yang. That was the yang, this is the yin: the silent horror of cat kill on the landing carpet. Perfect feline still life creation. Observe.
You can probably just make out the coily guts in the background. I thought the front bit was a bird with a beak until I got on my hands and knees, peered alarmingly closely, and realised I was connecting with the head of a mouse demolished right up until just behind the eyes.
Obliterating the medieval horror of the situation, I wondered idly what was wrong with the eyes? Do they taste nasty or was it simply just a ‘one more wafer thin mint…?’ kind of moment for the cat? I’m glad she knew her limits – for the sake of the carpet at least.
There was I waxing lyrical just the other day about the joys of nature, full of light and delight, life and movement. Well, as with all things, there is a yin and there is a yang. That was the yang, this is the yin: the silent horror of cat kill on the landing carpet. Perfect feline still life creation. Observe.
You can probably just make out the coily guts in the background. I thought the front bit was a bird with a beak until I got on my hands and knees, peered alarmingly closely, and realised I was connecting with the head of a mouse demolished right up until just behind the eyes.
Obliterating the medieval horror of the situation, I wondered idly what was wrong with the eyes? Do they taste nasty or was it simply just a ‘one more wafer thin mint…?’ kind of moment for the cat? I’m glad she knew her limits – for the sake of the carpet at least.
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I can actually beat that Elizabeth, but it really would be too gross to recount here! I still wretch at the memory - and on the sitting room carpet, too, just in front of the sofa. 'Oh, hello Vicar, do come and sit down...'
that slug sharing was nasty, too, EM.
And here in Wales my cat left a dead squirrel under an armchair and we didn't discover it until we has a flea infestation!
jxxx
Have known some extremely nasty presents regurgitated by various labradors.
Cait - I have a lovely pic of a rabbits head outside our kitchen doors. Must post it. Also once found mouse under rug. Completely flattened. Put it in the girls' dolls house as a nice little mat in front of the fireplace. (ok, actually didn't, but it was a fleeting possibility!). My mother once found a putrifying rat in the saucepan drawer of her cooker. That was nice. Where in Sussex did you use to live, I wonder? I will pop over to you to pose the same question.
Mountaineer - MMmm, delicious! Conjures up quite a picture! Our cat regurgitated something quite heinous in the sitting room. It was kind of a whole rabbit, elements of which were vaguely identifiable, but which came out in this huge unbelievable sausage.
Withy - yep, you're well out of it!! But the labrador presents clearly alarming...
Jude - sounds like your dog and Mountaineer's should get together!
Cathy - I was in the study once, at my computer, when something ran over my bare feet. EEk! Twas a one-eyed squirrel, presumably brought in by cat, which then proceeded to throw itself all through my teetering piles until I caught it in the rubbish bin and escorted it outside!
ChrisH - it's an interesting one, isn't it? I've eaten whole baby crabs in Italy. Quite a delicacy. So I was told. Needed a toothpick though after.
Pondside - indeed. I'm frequently caught out though when cat deposits offerings on the rug. Can't see it. Tread in it first thing in morning, that lovely squelch of guts between toes. Kinda puts you off your breakfast.
Came down this morning and there was a perfect (but dead) mouse under the table where Mr Grigg puts his feet, courtesy of Jimi the cat. No blood and guts this time, thankfully!
He also sat on my tax files tossing a flattened mouse. I'm not sure what he is trying to tell me but I appreciate his rodent control skills.
I just wandered into your blog via Exmoorjane's site and I've really enjoyed reading it. It quite made me chuckle! Oh, and the scenery is very familar as I live in Chesterfield and frequently pootle about in the High Peak!
Not nice to stand on in the dark with bare feet. Owwwwow!!