The Hunter

As most of you know, I have a cat named General. He is a Russian Blue and is right at a year old now. I got him last December and he has been through some trials and trauma since moving to Sparta, TN. He is a great cat and loves to be around me all of the time. He reminds me more of a dog than a cat. He will come when call him, he fetches and loves to just hang out while I watch TV or read.

Well, this week he has brought me 3 different gifts at various times of the day and night. The first gift arrived at 3:30 am while I was sound asleep. He jumped up onto the bed and then came bounding over to plop down right on my chest. He then kept playing around and moving as he batted his play toy around on my chest. After a couple of minutes it began to grow tiresome so I decided to see what he was so intently playing with. I reached down to grab his toy and felt a warm soft mushy lump. It felt like his toy but was warm to the touch (which was unusual). I reached up over my head and turned on the light to see what he had found. It was a dead mouse. Thankfully I had a little box on my side table so I stuck the dead mouse in the box and went back to sleep. The next morning I threw him out.

Well, the very next day we had a repeat performance except at 7am instead of 330 am. I had thrown the mouse in the outside trash (adult mouse) and now here was the General back with another mouse just over 24 hours later. My first thought was how did he get that mouse from the outside trashcan (he's an indoors only cat)...but then I realized this was a small baby mouse. Well, I threw this one out and two days later (Sunday night) he brought me hopefully the third and final member of the mouse family. So unlike Stormie (who would run from mice) the General has proven to be quite the hunter and is very proud to bring me his game.