Look at this face. He looks so sweet and innocent. He's not.
The other night I saw the cat pounce on some small, dark shape in our dining room. Then he ran out the back door. I wanted to see what he had caught.
He had run into a dark corner of our backyard. I couldn't see anything, but I heard - CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH.
Ewwwwww!
I couldn't help myself and I got a flashlight. I saw him chomping on the remaining half of a grasshopper. A big grasshopper. Looked just like the one at the top of this blog (except it no longer had a head or many of its legs left.)
I told the cat he was gross and left him alone to enjoy his snack. I wonder if he really likes it or if he just feels obligated to eat it now that he's caught it. Like when you order something at a restaurant and find out that it is not as good as it sounds but you eat the whole thing anyway because you are paying for it.
1 comment:
That is gross. Poor grasshopper. I am glad he ate it though and didn't just kill it for sport. That means he is just gross, not evil or antisocial personality disorder kitty. I like your analogy to people in restaurants.
When I go to BI, I'm going to order "Shirley temples all around" even if no one is sitting with me.
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