You are lucky, in my previous flat there were hoarders-alcoholics that lived on the next floor, one day they brought mice with whatever shit they decided to take. At first they were contained on their floor, but after a while they were everywhere. Cat played with them at first >_< and then got bored. After 10 or so that traps killed (in a month) I moved out.
Your experience made me remember “Tom”, the farmers-cat living in the corn silo on the farm of my great aunt. He hated children but tolerated the adults working there. And he was working there. He killed multiple mice a day (depending on season as it seems), ate only the livers leaving a trail of bodies and used crippled mice to find the others. Tom was a professional and he was really scary.
We had an indoor/outdoor cat growing up that liked to hunt squirrels. He was so good at it that the squirrels had a special cry for him. Anyways, he liked to leave nothing but their heads (with spine and tail still attached) on our front door step. I miss the little serial killer
You are lucky, in my previous flat there were hoarders-alcoholics that lived on the next floor, one day they brought mice with whatever shit they decided to take. At first they were contained on their floor, but after a while they were everywhere. Cat played with them at first >_< and then got bored. After 10 or so that traps killed (in a month) I moved out.
Your experience made me remember “Tom”, the farmers-cat living in the corn silo on the farm of my great aunt. He hated children but tolerated the adults working there. And he was working there. He killed multiple mice a day (depending on season as it seems), ate only the livers leaving a trail of bodies and used crippled mice to find the others. Tom was a professional and he was really scary.
What the fuck kinda Hannibal Lecter cat…
One of my calicos likes eating the bottom half of lizards and leaving them alive. She’s a sadist.
Ive always wondered about the poor villagers who lived in tigers territory. Every night a kitty comes out to play.
We had an indoor/outdoor cat growing up that liked to hunt squirrels. He was so good at it that the squirrels had a special cry for him. Anyways, he liked to leave nothing but their heads (with spine and tail still attached) on our front door step. I miss the little serial killer