March 13th, 2009
|09:58 am - coconut-like sound|
There are times when the cat wakes me up by doing something incredibly stupid. In one infamous episode, he woke me up by getting his head caught in some venetian blinds while his sister passed the time jumping in the tub. Then there was the morning when he realized I had a baby bird stashed in the nightstand drawer and was eager for us to get up and get that breakfast going.
This morning, though, he really raised the bar on head-scratching insanity. As inexplicable as it was, he did come out of it a True Galactic Hero so all is well for his immediate future and rest assured the gypsies won't be coming by any time soon asking to see the cat they heard about on Craigslist. He woke me up by making a series of thudding sounds.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. That's what roused me from my happy slumber and tore my mind away from thoughts of whatever it was I was dreaming about at the time. I guess it couldn't have been all that good a dream if I don't remember it now, but yesterday I had a pretty great idea for a TV show thanks to a dream. Maybe this time around I was optioning for the movie rights. I don't know. At any rate, the thud I heard wasn't the sound of a paw against a plastic bag, or a paw on the door, or a paw on the scratching post. It was something new. So I turned the light on to check.
The cat was banging his head against the floor. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Well, it was more like he was jabbing his cute widdo snoot against the floor rather than hitting it with the flat top of the skull, but it was distinctly a head-to-floor move.
This intrigued me.
Further investigation revealed that Mr. The Cat had found himself a smallish spider on the floor, and was happily tormenting it by pecking at it much like a chicken would. As the spider was not moving as quickly as most prey, the cat didn't need to use his paw and jab it quickly should it dash away or just swipe at it to be mean. No, he was more than content to just sit on the floor and use his head. I was impressed. Either he was being incredibly lazy or incredibly innovative or both. Sometimes the best innovation is borne from laziness.
Eventually Abbie decided he'd pecked at it enough times and actually bent his head down and ate the spider with great gusto and minchminchminch sounds. Hooray for the cat! Let's all pet him and tell him what a Good Cat he is!
My congratulations were cut short when Abbie spotted another spider nearby, this one the size of a dime. He plopped down near it and started the hunt-and-peck process all over again, and eventually ate that spider as well. No paws. Just pecking. All in all it was very exciting for 3 AM and I am glad to know that the cat still does hunt the multi-legged critters. The one in the shower seems to have survived merely because the cat does not take showers. (You try giving him one.)
I'm not going to determine where the spiders are coming from since the cat's got a good angle on that. Besides, I don't really need to know. Unless the location is near my pillow, which it's not. I did check there before going back to bed. Foresight and all.
I don't think I'm going to be able to shake the mental image of a cat sitting there just bonking things with his nose, though. It was like watching a kid at a pie-eating contest. If he horks up spider parts all over the Ladies' Auxiliary, though, I'm going to pretend like I never saw a thing.
|Date:||March 13th, 2009 02:27 pm (UTC)|| |
lol so cute
|Date:||March 13th, 2009 02:29 pm (UTC)|| |
Excellent. A spider-pecking cat is not to be trifled with.
I am going to vote for 'lazy', but that's purely on the basis of past behaviour :D
this is your icon ok:
peep PEEP peep PEEP peep PEEP peep PEEP peep PEEP
It is my default 'ho a cute thing' icon.
That's some kind of awesome.
ok that is some kind of cat.
NOt quite sure what kind, but SOME kind of cat.
Digger used to use a flat paw to catch spiders, until one bit him. Maybe pecking is a better tactic because Abbie gets a chance to bite before being bitten.
Now I'm curious about this Ladies' Auxiliary reference.
Going with the pie-eating/county fair theme, I figured.
See also: Stand By Me. Paraphrasing, I'm sure: "Boyfriends barfed on girlfriends! A fat lady barfed in her purse! The Ladies' Auxiliary barfed on the Benevolent Order of the Antelopes! And Lardass sat back and laughed at what he'd caused: a complete and total barf-o-rama!"
Four of my five were once sitting in a ring around one of my bar stools looking very intent and pecking at the bottom of the leg.
When I asked them what they were doing, one moved and a GIANT black hairy dock spider ran out from under the chair leg.
The cats were amused and entertained, but when I stood on the couch and screeched while holding the phone book over my head, they looked disgusted. Yoda then bit it's head off and the rest of them divvied up the remains between them. Zsa Zsa had a giant black leg hanging out of her mouth like a toothpick and Yoda licked the guts off the rug.
That ... may be the most disgusting thing on the entire intarweb today. :D
(Also, I used to have a cat named Yoda.)