Purrring Towards Perrrfection

There has been a rogue lizard in the house for every day of the past four or five days. I don't need to set up cameras to know the culprit, my cat is not a shamed to walk right up to me with the wriggling lizard in it's mouth, and drop it at my feet as an offering.

I find it sweet, annoying, and gross all at the same time. It's not so bad if they're still alive, because then I don't feel bad about having my present killed as well as getting it's tail detatched just to give my cat something to occupy his time. I know it's in his nature to be a hunter/killer, so I try to not reprimand him, and I thought I was doing quite a good job but I think I must have slipped up somewhere along the way. Tonight when I put the (dead) lizard outside, and came back towards the house Hurc skittered away from my path like I was going to hurt him. Perhaps I was a little purturbed to have to pick up the dead lizard, especially since I think he wasn't quite dead yet.

Hurc's coat has gotten quite shiny and healthy with this daily regiment of tuna, shrimp, turkey, whatev we find in the pet food section. He quite likes the extra food, as soon as 5:00 hits he will find you and meow his head off till you followhim to the kitchen. It's so sweet!

Firefly @ 8:58 PM