Posted: 7/9/2005 7:25:56 PM EDT
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Well, actually, I didn't do any of the slaying. My sister's cat brought in a physically unharmed rodent and took it into my cousin's bedroom. The cat and rodent then proceeded to sniff each other in curiosity while my cousin freaked out on an apocalyptic level and was babbling too loudly to even hear me ask about the mouse's condition and whereabouts. Venturing forth, katana in hand, ready to decapitate the offending beast if only to shut her up, I saw the cat and rodent nose-to-nose and realized that this was not a mouse as my cousin had been shrieking at the top of her lungs, but a very large and very athletic wood rat. I got ready to dispatch the rat but had to check the motion so as to avoid skewering our australian shepherd as he dived kamikaze-fashion at the rat. The rat performed a credibal leap to escape but was no match for the dog and promptly had its ribs, spine, and skull crunched very loudly and enthuisiasticly. I swept it up into a dust pan, made sure to keep the eyeball dangling from its head from falling on the floor, and threw it into the garbage can outside. About fifteen minutes later, the cat returned with a second, juvenile wood rat about the size of a large mouse rather than a volkswagen. The dog also proceeded to exterminate the beast before my sword fully cleared the sheath. I threw the corpse out again and the cat went outside for a third excursion, leading me to believe he has found a nest and is bringing them in for the dog to kill since he's not the most efficient mouser I've ever seen. I told the girls to alert me ten or fifteen minutes so I can intercept the cat on the back porch or yell when they see him come in. Anyone else got similar adventures in rodent-slaying? |
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We had a huge siamese cat that was meaner than hell. He would constantly bring field rats in and then let them go so that he could play with them later. One night I am sitting on the couch watching TV and I hear all kinds of hell going on in the kitchen. I walk in and see the cabinets under the sink getting banged on from the inside. I grabbed a walking stick so that I could take whatever the cat was killing away from him and opened the cabinet. I found myself face to face with the biggest fucking rat I have EVER seen. It was eating out of the garbage can and was disturbingly unphased by my appearence. I went to the safe to get my BB gun, and by the time I came back he had taken off back behind the cupboards. I decided that I was going to have to kill this vicious bastard. For 3 days I stalked around the house trying to figure his patterns. I also tried rat traps. I heard the traps go off in the middle of the night, but never had a dead rat. I finally spotted him out one night, and the closest weapon at hand was a blowgun. I hit him with the first shot and the fucker kept on sitting there, staring at me with his beady little eyes. A quick reload and I put another dart into him. He must have felt that one, because he started running away. You could hear him dragging the darts along the ground. My third dart hit him clean in the neck. Did it kill him? Nope. It nailed him to the baseboard along the wall though! It took 3 BBs and a hammer to dispatch that giant bastard. I still shudder at the thought of that bastard just glaring at me from under the sink... GT That cat was scary as well. If you were in "His" chair, he would sit on your shoulder and growl wayy down in his throat, right in you ear...... |
There is a cat that my son`s girlfriend brought over here and left to reside. Its a good mouser AND its already spayed ( NO kitten prob) so I let it hang around outside. I even spring for a bag of catfood , as long as it keeps killin round here.  Every now and then I walk out on the front porch and it is laying at the bottom of the steps having squirrel for lunch. NO , they aint laying there having a snack together , the cat is eating the squirrel. LMAO Dont have to worry about them tree rats chewin their way into the attic or the mice/rats. |
I adjusted the cat's attitude (towards me anyhow) one night after Mr Kitty decided to bury two sets of claws into the back of my scrotum. I reached back and grabbed that cat and whipped him with all the manic strenght afforded a man who has just had his nutsack shredded. I meant to whip him through the doorway, but the pain and sudden wake up call affected my aim. I hucked that fucking demon cat into a cinder block wall. I heard him hit and slide down. I heard him hit the floor. I did not, however hear him move afterwards. I went back to sleep (passed out from the pain) figuring I would have to go get my wife a new fucking cat in the morning.  Not only was the cat apparently uninjured, but I could now sit in "his" chair with him jumping in my lap and purring rather than on my shoulder and growling. He'd fucking shred anyone else that came over. He was quite likely a more terrifying animal than my APBT. At least you can hear her coming... GT |
Like I said, show it who's boss. One of three ways of doing that with pets: 1) Spit in its food every time you feed it 2) Take it outside, pin it down, and piss on it. Let it reek of your piss (outside) all day before bathing it 3) Kick its ass |
CHEATER!11 Your cat is spawn camping. =) my cat I think just camps outside the mole holes and waits for them to come up....she's even brought chipmunks into the house (all alive of course) another of our cats used to bring in mice (though she kills the birds)....my dog goes nuts....very similar. |