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The Snucius are aptly named.

They love each other madly. They sleep together, tangled up in each other. I mean, if I were watching the REAL Lucius Malfoy stick his tongue in the real Severus Snape's ear, I might be mildly turned on.... As it is... Not so much.

And they like torturing small things. Or in today's case, not so small. So far I've had a rat, a large bird which looked suspiciously like half a chicken, (thank god no rare birds as yet) and a frog and worms but today took the biscuit. A rabbit. Almost as big as them, too. And recently deceased. Luckily (although not for it) it was a wild rabbit, and not a black and white fluffy loved pet with lop ears and "Mr Fluffy" engraved on a rabbit bowl somewhere.

I dread them ever finding out that people keep them in hutches. "Oh look! A larder!"

I despair!

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Once I had a cat, an enormous, red and fat cat (Mandi), than never ate nothing outside his bowl, but he hunted for hobby. My neighbor had a little blue parrot. She had hung his cage with a chain to the ceiling so that the cat could not catch up him. And instead a day I have seen pass in front of me and in speed the cat with in mouth blue plumes and the neighbor who screamed... we have still not understood like: a) he has caught up the cage b) he is successful to open it hanging to the ceiling...

Cats are delightful creatures, if a bit snooty sometimes. Mine are definitely not as fiendly as yours.

Elisa, loved your red fat cat story!

Mandi was a street cat who chose my house like his house (I have no opportunity to decision in that). He was 5/6 years old when a day arrived and, after along period of disease, exited of house and he did not return. Perhaps he was 12/13 years old. He has left a son, Mayo (http://www.romance-novels.org/mayo.htm). Mayo has the color of his father but the structure of his mother, who also was a street cat.

oh dear... giggles. That's awful!!

They sound utterly adorable. But OMG, a rabbit!

when they are like they are now, all cute and asleep I think they are adorable....

but...

rabbit!!!

Friends of mine who have cats once put up a bird-table in the garden. Melli was found sitting ON the bird-table, obviously waiting for the 'fast food' to drop in... Since she died, they've had other cats who hunt; one of them brought a headless pigeon in. At least, they hoped it was headless when he brought it in; it certainly was when we found it!

I feed the birds too, and I worry about whether i'm just making them a smorgasbord!!

It's so odd how they can be purring lapcat one minute and cold-blooded killer the next.

My sis used to let her cat out, but on a harness and leash. He still managed to kill a full grown squirrel.

bwhahaha! I have a friend who has cats that catch squirrels.

My old cat spooky once pounced on a squirrel and it beat her up!!

I have two mogs, and next door has a rabbit in a hutch. The mogs fight on top of the hutch, up on their hind legs cuffing furiously or wrestling on the chicken wire. I think it's their way of choosing who gets to eat the rabbit, who's endured this nonsense for three years now.

(The rabbit smells to high heaven, btw, so I suspect The Snucius will sniff out any local bunnies quite quickly. I've never known a rabbit owner to wash them :-))

That's awful! Poor bunny!!

::covers eyes and runs away to snuggle own rabbits::

*huggles*

Thunder is too little to let out yet. (I wait until my cats are a year old or so before I do...)
But Areoshots has gifted me with a bird, robin, and a couple of mice so far. Thank goodness the rabbits living behind my shed have been left unmolested.

Though my next door neighbor who has issues with the chipmucks has left bits of treats for my cat at our backdoor so I think he might be doing some hunting over in her yard.

:) and sorry about the bunny:(

I think they must hunt like Velociraptors...

My first cat was a real hunter. He brought me birds, a rabbit, and a duck from the lake. And he was so proud, yet annoyed that I wouldn't let him bring the treasures in the house. I was kind of proud that he retained this catness, since I'd adopted him as the last kitten from a "free to good home" litter.

Generally speaking, my cats weren't much for bringing their kills home. What they liked to do was pick fights with the other cats in the neighbourhood and get them to chase them into our yard where OUR cats would happily scootch by our dogs, who knew better than to touch our cats, and let the strange cats screech to a halt as growly dogs registered they were kitties who weren't off limits.

Our dogs never caught/bit any of the strange cats but they sure had fun barking and baying after them around the yard.

A rabbit?! Dear lord, train those cats up a bit and you'll have venison next!

Hmmm. We do have Sika deer in Norfolk...

*sends them out with a list...*

Imagine the surprise when they fatch a duck. My sister's cat did that once and turned it loose in her living room. It was bleeding all over and still very much alive. Yuck!

*points at icon*

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