He's a Hunter
Jun. 14th, 2006 07:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceCats do famously like to fetch their kills home, laying out little corpses on the landing for their humans to admire. Something like bringing in the shopping, I guess, and/or offering little gifts to secure a relationship.
Barry's no different, except that he doesn't currently have access to little corpses, so he rummages. This is a good house for rummaging, many unregarded corners and much loose aggregation of clutter that a cat can dig around in.
He finds small soft things, and leaves them here and there in the hall/stairs/landings matrix (again a good house, many stairs, many landings: only two bedrooms, mind, but the layout's a bit eccentric). Often it's socks, I never knew there were so many strays; this morning it's a triumph, he's slaughtered a crocodile. Just a baby one, perhaps the length of my forearm, and fortunately a cuddly one, not the kind that comes with scales and entrails and teeth. I wish I'd seen him with it; that's the trouble with a companion whose sleep is out of phase with your own, half their fun-time is your down-time. I was wondering just the other day, where he is at night, because he's generally not with me; now I know, he's off adventuring in other realms, and fetching his trophies home. This one is pre-stuffed; now all we need is a mounting.
Barry's no different, except that he doesn't currently have access to little corpses, so he rummages. This is a good house for rummaging, many unregarded corners and much loose aggregation of clutter that a cat can dig around in.
He finds small soft things, and leaves them here and there in the hall/stairs/landings matrix (again a good house, many stairs, many landings: only two bedrooms, mind, but the layout's a bit eccentric). Often it's socks, I never knew there were so many strays; this morning it's a triumph, he's slaughtered a crocodile. Just a baby one, perhaps the length of my forearm, and fortunately a cuddly one, not the kind that comes with scales and entrails and teeth. I wish I'd seen him with it; that's the trouble with a companion whose sleep is out of phase with your own, half their fun-time is your down-time. I was wondering just the other day, where he is at night, because he's generally not with me; now I know, he's off adventuring in other realms, and fetching his trophies home. This one is pre-stuffed; now all we need is a mounting.