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Do cats eat mice?

Or just enjoy torturing the crap out of them until they eventually die?

Had the pleasure of watching my cat earn his keep this morning. My girlfriend was crying for the mouse and I eventually had to flush the dazed and confused little guy down the toilet after he got flung into the cat's dish. Seems evil. What the hell do cats do that for? Can't we all just get a long?

More evidence on the evil nature of cats...
 
My little black cat, Sha'NayNay, has the propensity to catch them, then plays with them for a bit, then tears them in half, eating the hindquarters and leaving the front half either next to my bed, or in the bathroom on the tilebelow the sink. Sometimes she will eat the front half, but it is rare that there is less than half either way.
 
About 50% of the ones out here in boonieland DO unless they've been fed too much store-bought food.

We did have this one really strange cat known as SHREDDER.
It did not matter what SHREDDER got ahold of, it would become shredded by sunrise.
SHREDDER(now deceased) enjoyed mice, squirrels, snakes, mosquito hawks, large moths, and really big roaches.

As the above poster mentioned, some cats DO parade around like the Lion King with their catch in their mouth and sometimes bring it "home" or to the doorstep to "be proud" in front of the owner. Shredder went that extra mile and left a mess to clean up.
 
my first cat used to rip the tops of the skulls off small animals. he was an outdoor cat. he woud bring home rabbits, squirels, snakes, mice...he once chased a small neighbohood dog into the yard to pounce on him.

fluffy learned his lesson the first time a blue jay dive bombed onto his head. man that was really funny.
 
Cats are domesticated and all but they are quite in-touch with their wild nature. Their instinct calls on them to kill smaller creatures as it's hard-wired into their systems as a predator.. and when the cat leaves the "present" for you, in their mind they are providing for the pride.. give them a treat and let em know they done good..
 
My cat doesn't eat them. She rips them apart, mostly beheading them, and leaving them either at the edge of my stone patio, OR, right at the door, to which I've stepped on a few carcasses, often barefoot...that sucks. Oh, ever the hunter...

I feel she is trying to earn her keep if you will, and I find that very nice...she more than earns her kibble keeping the moles out of my basement (it's a fieldstone foundation basement, and has the occasional "entry point"....)
 
I've seen my cat choking down mice and chipmunks before. He's caught a wide variety of other animals but I haven't witnessed him trying to eat any rabbits or frogs or anything. He usually throws up later when he attempts to eat his "prey."

I try to dispose of the animals pretty quickly when he brings them up to me to boast about his successful hunt. That makes him kind of mad, but he gets over it.
 
One of my cats found a mouse and starting smacking it around. I was pretty proud that he was able to catch him. Jen felt bad for the mouse and picked it up by the tail and threw it in the yard. I felt bad for my cat - it was his moment to shine and fulfill his feline destiny and he was denied. Now he sits in front of the cabinets for hours on "Mouse Patrol", waiting for his next opportunity. I don't think he would eat it, I just think they're hard-wired to beat em up and leave them on their owner's pillow.


:) That was pretty much my experience today, except the mouse was too far gone I thought, so I just wanted to put him out of his misery. A little earlier my girl wanted to catch it and put it outside. She's done that in the past.

I told her she was seeing the whole thing through the wrong eyes, the mouse's. My cat was so freaking happy and proud - and this is a cat that I was sure was a gonner just a few months back. He's about 15 years old.

More evidence on the evil nature of cats...

Hey - dogs eat little kids. Frequently.



And I gotta go sit in a corner with Fassa. Not sure why this amuses me the way it does. I'm a vegetarian too. I think it was just so cool to see how proud my boy was. I DID give him treats and lots of pats on the back. He did his job well.
 
my cats have always played the "how much torture can this thing take before its heart explodes?" game with whatever it decided needed to die at the time.

They do this with humans too. But usually the human thinks they are being friendly.

To cats, their humans are not owners they are support staff/durable toys.


This part'll sound like a subject change, but isn't intended to.

Are any of you familiar with a singer named Cheryl Wheeler? I took my wife to see her the other night, expecting some well crafted songwriting and amazing singing. What I got was all that, plus frequent gut-bustingly hilarious rants on several subjects. Two of which involved a cat she had had.

I will paraphrase: "So as I get older, I notice that any time I try to remember when something happened in my life, it always seems to be in ninth grade. For example I apparently took some time off in ninth grade to do a tour on the west coast. I was driving down from Portland to Eugene and noticed that it was April seventh. The date sounded familiar so I knew it had to be something important. So I finally realized, it was my cat's fifteenth birthday. I called home and told my partner, Katherine, "it's Penrod's birthday today." "Ah." she said "That would explain the party in the backyard. The tent. The band. The headless mice." But thought the mice shouldn't have to be headless. They should have been invited to the party like everyone elde.

Then she did a song about a cat having a birthday party.

Later, she talked about how crabby the cat got in his last few years. And said she never actually said, but frequently thoughtL "Isn't there something you meant to do? The other cats were much younger than you and they've all died."

She also mentioned that her girlfriend/partner/wife/whatever came from a tradition of cremating deceased pets and taking them home. So now after many years together, in stead of having three cats and three dogs, they have two dogs and "a collie in a can, a siamese in a can, a Jack Russel in a can..." and she keeps remembering that the original intent was to bury the urns. But they keep forgetting.

Then she referenced an earlier story about how she now has a pool and says "And we missed a great chance to get it done. There was an enormous hole in the yard for weeks."