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Heh heh, the best laugh ive had today OP. The OPeth sure knows how to easily earn likes. 
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Mass Murderer At Work
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I too had a 'murder' take place in my shop last summer! Lots of ideas as to the culprit - Cat? Carcass stripped too clean. Coyote ? the bones and entrails would have been eaten and coyotes typically don't drag something inside. Cougar? Again an outside eater. Consensus is/was a bird of prey - lots of various types of them around here and on this particular night I left my shop door open.
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Rusty, you owe me for a new keyboard. Dr Pepper through the nose ain't much fun ya know.... 
PS I'll make the rest of the day on that one!
PS I'll make the rest of the day on that one!
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bigwheelzip
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A good terrier will do the same thing and you get to own a dog... Three, two, one...
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Settle down.
IMO, that is the only redeeming virtue of a cat.
(dog guy here)
Wally West
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My Valley Bulldog will chase mice in the house and dig up moles all over the yard. Funny to watch her wandering around the yard, stop and stare at the ground cocking her head from side to side then dig like a maniac and pull out a mole.
Collo Rosso
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When I was a kid my Mom breed applehead Siamese. These are stocky, big boned cats and the males required leather gloves to play with. Not the show breed!
My brother comes home one day with some kind of South American alligator/crocodile thing about a foot long. Mom is not pleased, worried about it getting out and at one of her cats. That didn't take long... the getting out part.
We come home one day and the tank cover for that alli/croc thing is on the floor and it's nowhere to be seen. My Mom counts cats and all are present and accounted for. We search hi and low but can't find the reptile. We assume it got out of the house.
About a week later my father says the couch stinks. Yep. We flip it over and find the reptile stuffed up into the couch. Don't know if the cats helped it get out (wouldn't put it past them) but once out they had a grand old time as we found about all of it, but in many pieces. I guess like the Mob, when they were done they had to hide the body. No cat was convicted for the murder.
My brother comes home one day with some kind of South American alligator/crocodile thing about a foot long. Mom is not pleased, worried about it getting out and at one of her cats. That didn't take long... the getting out part.
We come home one day and the tank cover for that alli/croc thing is on the floor and it's nowhere to be seen. My Mom counts cats and all are present and accounted for. We search hi and low but can't find the reptile. We assume it got out of the house.
About a week later my father says the couch stinks. Yep. We flip it over and find the reptile stuffed up into the couch. Don't know if the cats helped it get out (wouldn't put it past them) but once out they had a grand old time as we found about all of it, but in many pieces. I guess like the Mob, when they were done they had to hide the body. No cat was convicted for the murder.
After the incident, did any of the cats have a pair of reptile boots?
Collo Rosso
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Back when we lived where the cats could go out, they had a door they could come and go as they pleased. Tippy, our lynx point Siamese, would always bring Mommy a (live) treat and drop it at her feet
One day, he brought her a small milk adder.
Well, not to be left out, Nosy Nora came in a few minutes later with an angle worm, and was quite proud of herself- she wasn't much of a hunter.
Kablooi, one of our Maine Coon Cats, would bring 'em in alive, stop at Kathy's feet, and eat the head only then walk away.
Kathy hated that but that was his "thing"
One day, he brought her a small milk adder.
Well, not to be left out, Nosy Nora came in a few minutes later with an angle worm, and was quite proud of herself- she wasn't much of a hunter.
Kablooi, one of our Maine Coon Cats, would bring 'em in alive, stop at Kathy's feet, and eat the head only then walk away.
Kathy hated that but that was his "thing"
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Must have been ALIENS ........ not much different than cats.
Fiancee's family has a farm, and of course there are cats. My fiancee would feed the cats, and one day her brother told her to stop doing that. Seems he went out to the barn and saw several cats lying in the hay mow looking down on some rodents and they never budged to go after them. They were apparently too well fed to bother chasing their meals.
yep, seen that before.They were apparently too well fed to bother chasing their meals.
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Grip_Maker's_Wife
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Fiancee's family has a farm, and of course there are cats. My fiancee would feed the cats, and one day her brother told her to stop doing that. Seems he went out to the barn and saw several cats lying in the hay mow looking down on some rodents and they never budged to go after them. They were apparently too well fed to bother chasing their meals.
If you didn't notice Newt is well fed too and has a bit of a belly but that doesn't stop him. He will not go into neighbors yards to stir up trouble but if anything comes in his yard he is on it! Unfortunately, though that includes the sidewalk. He has jumped a few dogs and scratched a dog walker.
I think some of it is personality. Maybe the farm cats were taking a break after killing a few and the brother just caught them at a bad time? Newt does that, he hunts for ~30 mins or so comes back, flops down, licks himself, rests for 20 mins then will go out again.
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Strays would have. Siamese have more class than that!
I'm assuming the "class" part doesn't apply to a nice pair of Lucchese caiman boots
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Fig does nothing but hunt.Comes in once an hour to say hello and grab a snack and she's off again.Sweet cat,but that's what they are wired for
I don't mind a cat doing in a mouse or bird, but our cat that has been gone several years. Liked to bring them home alive. It got to where we would have to check his mouth before letting him in. Chasing a bird in the house not fun.
.455_Hunter
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One of the cats I had growing-up would leave his precious offerings to the stereo god disected in front of my parents' hi-fi set.
