The next door neighbour’s cat, Apollo, left the very rear-most portions of a mouse on our door step last week.
Which was gross, in a very gross way, and came only days after we arrived home to find a dead bird lying on the driveway. The bird was a different story, though – apparently it had flown into our window and then slid down comedy style before dropping to the driveway. Needless to say, I got Fliss to jump out of the car and chuck the body in the bushes before I parked in the driveway. No need to turn an already festering feather pancake into GoodYear pizza.
Anyhow, back to the mouse… or the mouses ass and leg, as it were. According to Fliss (who seems to have little tidbits of information like this stored away in her sub-conscious), if a cat leaves a thing that it has caught where it can be found by humans then it is regarded by the cat as a present to the humans.
Which kind of makes sense. Kind of.
I mean, Apollo could have hidden the mouses ass anywhere, yet he chose to smear it beside our front door, when only the day before Fliss had been stroking this fierce killer while he paid us a visit.
I only wish that the neighbours owned a cat big enough to bring me the kind of present I’d find really useful. Like a Lotus Elise, for example, or at the very least a suitcase full of used banknotes.
Maybe the present is dependant upon the level of petting received by the cat?
If that’s the case then, despite my cat fur allergies, I may try and pay him a little more attention in future, just in case. If a quick stroke can score you some mouse ass then a full scale stroke with ear tickle and chin rub should be something worth persevering for! :o)
