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by GSDNewbie on 24 October 2011 - 02:10
I rescued a big tom off death row once to be a mouser, well that was my excuse as he was a huge tom and they are rumored to be lazy. Well first night he wole me up sitting on my chest kept pawing my face. I reached to pet him felt something gross jumped up to tun on light and he had laid a dead mangled mouse on my chest. I gave it to him said good kitty and petted him and showered and cleaned the bed. He never brought me another thank god. I guess he was intelligent and grateful and was showing me he knew it.
by Kalibeck on 24 October 2011 - 03:10
Guess you had your Halloween early! And the Trick, not the Treat!
We always had cats before we had these GSDs, & over the course of many years they have brought an assortment of goodies to us, it is how they show respect, offering their hard won prize to you, their master or misstress. Using the bath tub for the slaughter instead of your bed was indeed lucky for you!
Here's my kitty-cat story for today! (I've got quite a few!)
We had a parakeet named Mr. Chirps, back in the '60s. We also had a very patient cat. Mr. Chirps could talk a little, he could say "Bad boy, Brian!" I guess he heard my Mom tell my brother that a lot! Mr. Chirps also learned how to open his cage, & would do 'touch & goes' on the poor cats head, & flee back to his cage for safety. Well, early one Saturday morning we heard Mr. Chirps screaming "Bad boy, bad boy! Bad boy, Brian! Bad boy!" My mom went running down to the family room with us kids close behind, to where the bird cage was, to find a headless bird body on the floor, & that kitty gnawing on the now silent head of Mr. Chirps! My dad picked up the cat & drop-kicked him across the garage (like that did anyone any good!) And my mom & I stood there sobbing. We had a birdy funeral in the garden that afternoon, & never any more parakeets after that. The cat, named Coffee, was OK; he was a Russian Blue, & he had a full brother who looked like a blue point Siamese. Just had to share! jackie harris
We always had cats before we had these GSDs, & over the course of many years they have brought an assortment of goodies to us, it is how they show respect, offering their hard won prize to you, their master or misstress. Using the bath tub for the slaughter instead of your bed was indeed lucky for you!
Here's my kitty-cat story for today! (I've got quite a few!)
We had a parakeet named Mr. Chirps, back in the '60s. We also had a very patient cat. Mr. Chirps could talk a little, he could say "Bad boy, Brian!" I guess he heard my Mom tell my brother that a lot! Mr. Chirps also learned how to open his cage, & would do 'touch & goes' on the poor cats head, & flee back to his cage for safety. Well, early one Saturday morning we heard Mr. Chirps screaming "Bad boy, bad boy! Bad boy, Brian! Bad boy!" My mom went running down to the family room with us kids close behind, to where the bird cage was, to find a headless bird body on the floor, & that kitty gnawing on the now silent head of Mr. Chirps! My dad picked up the cat & drop-kicked him across the garage (like that did anyone any good!) And my mom & I stood there sobbing. We had a birdy funeral in the garden that afternoon, & never any more parakeets after that. The cat, named Coffee, was OK; he was a Russian Blue, & he had a full brother who looked like a blue point Siamese. Just had to share! jackie harris
by LadyFrost on 24 October 2011 - 17:10
beetree OMG...LOOOL..thats just gross....
by beetree on 24 October 2011 - 17:10
Yes, LadyFrost, it sure was! LOL
RedSable, I never really fell back to sleep and had to get up at 6 am for a swim meet. It took until now for me to overcome my sleep debt!
I too, wondered how the heck my bed didn't become a bloody mess and ended up thanking God the cat used the bathtub! Gross, but better than scubbing innards and blood out the carpet. I only found two "bloody" paw prints as evidence, one on the bathroom rug and the other on the tile. Aside from the actual horror of discovery, and Psycho cat/shower scene images plagueing my psyche, the choice was a very good one for eating one's kill.
Dawulf, thinking back before the discovery, he'd been luxuriating next to me in napping bliss. Guess a full belly will do that to you! LOL I am sure he's still wondering, "Where'd my rabbit go? I knew I left it here, in the bathtub...not fair!... All that work and now.. nothing! LOL
Thanks to all for sharing all of your "Horror" story's too... GSD's Travels and Newbie.
Jackie, I am in tears, after reading yours... Bad Boy Brian! I'm struck with both horror and hysterics! OMG! Poor Mr. Chirps!
RedSable, I never really fell back to sleep and had to get up at 6 am for a swim meet. It took until now for me to overcome my sleep debt!
I too, wondered how the heck my bed didn't become a bloody mess and ended up thanking God the cat used the bathtub! Gross, but better than scubbing innards and blood out the carpet. I only found two "bloody" paw prints as evidence, one on the bathroom rug and the other on the tile. Aside from the actual horror of discovery, and Psycho cat/shower scene images plagueing my psyche, the choice was a very good one for eating one's kill.
Dawulf, thinking back before the discovery, he'd been luxuriating next to me in napping bliss. Guess a full belly will do that to you! LOL I am sure he's still wondering, "Where'd my rabbit go? I knew I left it here, in the bathtub...not fair!... All that work and now.. nothing! LOL
Thanks to all for sharing all of your "Horror" story's too... GSD's Travels and Newbie.
Jackie, I am in tears, after reading yours... Bad Boy Brian! I'm struck with both horror and hysterics! OMG! Poor Mr. Chirps!
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