i’m so proud of my boy. he’s 15. that’s pretty old for a cat *does arithmetic in head* in human years that’s like a million.
so monk often howls in the middle of the night. it’s kind of like he’s crying out ‘hello??’. it really shits me off most of the time but last night the howl was different. i’m pretty sure most mothers of human children can tell when their baby cries out differently. it gets your attention. especially when there are other noises going on too. kind of like the noise cats make when they are trying to get something out of their mouth by shaking their heads. i’m thinking he’s got something caught in his mouth. the prospect of cat breath isn’t lovely but i rather love him so i though i had better inspect.
i get up and go to him, ask him if he’s alright. no response. just noise.
i turn on the light and i see him crouching, i take a look. it looked like he’d caught something. i instantly though mouse and then ‘oh crap how am i going to deal with this’.
closer inspection revealed the remaining 2 legs of what appeared to be a huntsman spider. he was showing it off to us at 5:30 in the morning. rather than being upset with him i was impressed and a tad proud. he’s 15 after all and still hunting. clearly he wanted to show off his prize and how clever he was but i suspect it was trying to run away so he ate it.
he got his praise though. he’s a good boy.
