Mass Murderer At Work

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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Looks like something out of the Predator movies.:eek:
 
As a kid we had many cats over the years, usually overshadowed by our dogs. One cat, Tico, a male that stood out among the rest. He was an extra large American Short Hair with a striped red and white coat. I would hold him and play with him, he would never scratch or bite, just a great all-around cat. As he got older he wanted out and went on hunting trips, first lasting a day, then later lasting several days. He would bring back his proudly earned trophy, a raccoon, a possum, a six foot long black snake. The days of mice and baby rabbits were over, Tico was into big game.

The trips became longer, his hunting range now extended, gone for days at a time. Sometimes he would come home limping, holes in his head, wounds all over his torso, my mother would nurse him back to health. After a little convalescent leave and a few good meals he would go out again. He repeated this for several years, until one day he never returned.

Shortly after Tico came up missing we had another cat that was out, then returned home. She would not get out of her bed, I tried to pick her up but she would scream. We took her to the vet and learned that she had been poisoned. She was suffering so we had her put to sleep. Now the mystery about Tico may have been solved. We later found out that our neighbor hated cats, just maybe.

I now have six cats, all remain indoors.
 
Our two cats are purely indoor. But they are still killers. They go after any insects, flies, or lizards which get inside. They especially like the geckos. We once had an outdoor Korat which for years kept the area around our house free of roof rats. After he died, all the roof rats returned. A strange cat. He was arboreal. Spent all of his time in the big oak tree in the back yard or on the house roof. Of course, that's where the roof rats frequented. About the only time he came back to earth was to drink water we kept outside the back door.
 
I'm not a cat fan (or any pet really) but when I was a kid we had dogs and cats both around the house.

My mother told this story, so I don't claim to remember it, but as her story went, my father got mad at one of the cats for some reason or another, grabbed it up, tossed it into a burlap bag, added a couple of bricks and tied the top of the bag up. He then drove down to the Chickhominy swamp, and tossed the bagged cat in.

On the way home, he stopped by the store to get a few things, and talk awhile. When he got home, the cat was waiting for him on the front porch. Mom said, at that point he just threw up his hands and said "You can stay."

True or not, I wan't going to call her a liar.

Same cat bought a chipmunk, still alive, to the house one day. My mother rescued the chipmunk, and kept it in a big birdcage for years where it kept her company in the kitchen. When the chipmunk (named "Chippy" of course) finally got out of the cage and out of the house, the same cat wacked it. For good this time. That cat was patient. I thought my mother would never stop crying. She loved that little critter.

Funniest experience I had with a cat was coming home from work one evening, when I saw something in the road ahead of me. As I got closer I saw it was a cat with something on it's head. That something turned out to be a McDonalds milk shake cup someone had thrown out of the window. Apparently the cat had tried to get the last few drops of milkshake out of the cup and had gotten stuck. I watched it stumble about a minute or so, then got out of the car and walked over, grabbed the cup and yanked it off. The cat stopped, looked around, blinked a time or two, then took off like his tail had been turpintined.
 
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We had a Siamese when I was a kid.Ma went out to warm up her car one morning and the cat was hit by the fan blade.Took her a few hours to find it in a neighboring field and off to the vet.Sewed up her face and set her pelvis just like new.That cat had a tail with a 30° kink after that
 
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We had a Siamese when I was a kid.Ma went out to warm up her car one morning and the cat was hit by the fan blade.Took her a few hours to find it in a neighboring field and off to the vet.Sewed up her face and set her pelvis just like new.That cat had a tail with a 30° kink after that
Eight lives left! Tough little critter. :D
 
My daughters cat, a night hunter brings it's kill into her bed while she sleeps. She has, more than once woke up with blood all over her pillow and sheets with a dead rodent next to her.

A cat I had many years ago would kill mice and then leave them in the middle of the kitchen floor. My wife was shocked more than once by stepping on a dead mouse. Needless to say she wasn't very fond of my cat.
 
On the left is Duncan and the right is Fred. Both have passed but in their time nothing came in our yard and lived. Duncan didn't like anyone and Fred was a lover boy but they were best buds. :)
 
On the left is Duncan and the right is Fred. Both have passed but in their time nothing came in our yard and lived. Duncan didn't like anyone and Fred was a lover boy but they were best buds. :)
 
We once owned a cat named Muffin...We thought she might catch a mouse...if we put Barbecue Sauce on it! :D
 
We are a cat family. Our first was a spayed female who lived with us about 10 yrs. She hunted outdoors constantly and left partially eaten trophies on neighbors porches. She eventually disappeared, probably a victim of coyotes who now own Iowa.

We adopted a bonded pair who were neutered/spayed. The little female hunts at night and catches mice. She really doesn't know how to kill so she plays with them until they expire. Fortunately she's good about putting the carcass where I can find it. Her big old male buddy just watches her have fun expending her energy. He's too fat to get involved.
 
Yep cats like to bring home their killings to show off I guess. I agree with the above that it is good house cats aren't big. Cats don't have a sense of humor with humans like we humans have with them.

I was asleep on the couch and the dang cat was evidently watching my eyelid movement and it bit my eyelid. That cat bounced off two walls from doing that. We ended up giving the cat away to protect its life. My little girl would grab the cat by its tail and then throw it behind the refrigerator. One day she dropped the cat out from the second story window. That cat never once bit or clawed her.
 
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