OK, so those of you who know us, know we have kitties. 2 to be exact. And to say that they have personality, really doesn't do them justice. First, there's Emma. Emma is a patch tubby - now I didn't make that up, that's actually what she is! Our vet said he's never seen another one. Emma is shaped like a light bulb - REALLY big in the bottom and a little tiny pea head(we think it's so small because she would let you rub it till it fell off;')) Emma is sweet and slow, and just about normal cat size(except for the bottom). She loves to be loved and will drive you crazy til you rub on her - ANYWHERE - she really is not particular. Oh, and she fetches - like a dog. But only pipe cleaners......which she also sings to in the middle of the nite, but that is another story altogether.
And then there's Pudge (short for Pudgemuffin). Pudge is Emma's baby boy - literally.....well, at least he was a little over 2 years ago. Now, he's all grown up. He's really a moose - HUGE cat, and ALL boy. He loves to hunt and jump and climb, and he's really rambunctious, like he will just ram into your legs instead of politely rubbing them. Pudge is very loud and smart - in other words, he knows how to get exactly what he wants, and he raises Cain if he doesn't get it. And while Emma is content to lounge around on anything soft or warm, Pudge is the proverbial jungle animal - he NEEDS to be outside most of the time. So we spend alot of time letting him in and out. And while Emma will eat nearly anything Pudge will turn his fine grey nose up at food until he starves to death if he doens't care for the taste (or is it the smell?).
Now in the Spring particularly, Pudge goes on long hunting trips, only to bring home his prizes. The usual prize of snake, bird, mole or vole is almost always displayed in the garage, which he must deem the appropriate place to alternately gross us out or scare us to death. A couple of nights ago however, we got a NEW kind of display.....
Doug and I were in the kitchen cleaning up after supper, and Pudge comes and literally flings himself on the back door. This was kind of unusual behaviour, as he usually just climbs his way up the screen door and hangs there till you let him in. But there he was BANGING away at the door. So Doug goes to let him in and he comes careening in and shoots past Doug and runs to the dining room.........all very strange behaviour, indeed. Needless to say, we had to investigate. Well, good old Pudge had brought his latest "prize" inside for apparent inspection. Cute little mouse, he was. Kind of DEAD, but not messy or anything. And Pudge is SO PROUD. He sits beside mouse and GRINS and just looks at us. And Doug is saying(kind of urgently, you understand), "Pudge, take your little mouse back outside.......c'mon, boy, pick him up and take him out!" Riiiiight, PICK HIM UP. I am hyterical, which is not lost on Pudge at all. HE is offended, and thinks we are unworthy and of course, refuses to remove his own roadkill. Matter of fact, he seems to think that if we aren't happy with this location, maybe he should just go to another for display purposes........SO, to make a relatively long story a little shorter, Doug winds up with Mr. Mouse in one hand and Pudge in the other, and he invited them both to go back outside. Pudge in digust and outrage over our dismissal of his gift, had dessert with Mr. Mouse like he was something magnificent from Baskin Robbins.....................to each his own, right? Or in this case, to Pudge his mouse, I guess.
Ah, Spring.........when varmints crawl out from under everywhere and we get to hunt them down and play with them till they croak , then eat them..................Purrrfect! ;)