Okay... So, I've been reading quite a bit about cats lately (in blogs of others) and looking at all the freaking / crazy / awesome cat pics people have out there.. I just have to add my two cents.
I grew up with cats. I love cats. I pretty much love everything about em', except when they wake me up by their incessant meowing outside the window where they know I'm sleeping, so I'll get up and let them back inside.
I currently have two cats. Silver and Riley. They hate each other, but that's a different story.
Silver is a black short-hair tom cat. Riley is a big puffy cream-colored queen who happens to have a temper.
But, before I go into the now, lemme tell you about the greatest cat ever.
Enter Charlie. Charlie was a fantastic cat. Great with kids, very cuddly and soft. You know the type. Well.... Charlie was also a great hunter.
Two stories about Charlie:
- We lived in an apartment at the time and would leave a window cracked open so Charlie could go in and out at his leisure. Well... We learned that Charlie was a great hunter when he brought a quarter-dead, mostly maimed, but still able to move quite quickly bird in through the window. He thought it was great! He let it loose and that bird went nuts running all over. My wife came into the room and just about died. My wife doesn't have much experience with cats, so.... she didn't think it was as awesome as I would have (I was at work, she told me the story on the phone as it was happening). So... She started yelling and swatting at it with a broom, while Charlie just sat and enjoyed the spectacle. Sarah didn't like that too much, and as soon as she realized she wasn't having too much success with the bird, she realized that Charlie was just sitting there, thoroughly enjoying himself. So, she started swatting him with the broom instead. Charlie got the hint, caught the bird and quickly left the house. Man, I wish I would have been there. I still laugh about that one. (this happened about 3.5 years ago).
- We were leaving the same apt. one Sunday morning to go to church. It was the wintertime and very cold. Upon leaving, we noticed a small little furball curled up in the corner of one of our steps. It was a mouse which was surely trying to suck up any warmth it could by the door. We left it there out of pity, instead of killing it. While I was on my way to church I thought to myself, "That mouse is as good as dead if Charlie is outside". 3 hours later, we came back and noticed that the mouse was not around anymore. We opened the door, and dead-smack in the middle of the living room was the hind end of a mouse with the *ahem* other end completely gone. Poor mouse.
Anyway.... I love cats. I thought you all should know. :)