My cat has suddenly gotten SO WEIRD.
Tonight I noticed that she was hanging around a certain vent in the kitchen, one that I'm aware the mice occasionally use. Zsa Zsa caught one of these mice a few months ago, and since then she's been staring ominously at that vent, but I haven't seen any mouse traces since then.
I was sitting in the living room reading when suddenly -- Bang! Slam! Squeak! -- Zsa Zsa came running past me with a little mouse in her mouth. She sat down and looked at me, and the mouse looked at me too...it was still alive.
She dropped the mouse, it began to run away, and she dived low and scooped it into her mouth again. The mouse was squeaking. I prepared myself to force her to drop it and I wondered if I'd have the guts to put it out of its misery. What would I do?
Then -- before I could move -- she CHOMPED. Crackle! Mouse bones breaking. Staring at me as though daring me to try to stop her, she chomped again...and again...and again. I reached out to take the mangled thing away from her but she moved away and then, suddenly...
Gulp. The mouse was gone. She'd SWALLOWED IT WHOLE.
Granted the mouse was pretty small, but Zsa Zsa is also small, and she subsists on kibble and occasional Pounce treats. This mouse...she just ATE IT UP, barely dead, like some sort of monster cobra, as though to prove that even after the indignity of a trip to the vet and a finger up her butt she was still a wild animal.
The truly amazing thing? She didn't leave a spot of blood on the carpet.