Monday, July 13, 2009


After Saturday's long hard day, Mario and I passed out. Yes it took me a while, but once I was out...I was out cold. I don't think I moved all night. Until I was woken up with a cat howling and jumping all over me.

I'm sure you all know that I have to wear earplugs to be able to sleep with Mario. Sleeping with him is like sleeping with a growling bear holding a chainsaw...loud. Even with those earplugs in Bob's howling and meowing was LOUD. That and the jumping around was way too much for 6am. So I kinda just pet him on the head a little without opening my eyes(which I'm sure was more like smacking him on the head with my heavy sleepy arm). He then move over and started jumping on Mario and swatting him in the face to wake him up. I rolled over to fall back asleep...only to hear Mario scream "Oh Shit!". I rolled back over to look at him and saw it. A dead bird. In our bed. Laying perfectly between us.

Bob was so fucking excited we finally woke up to find his gift! He did the cat equivalent of the "TA-DA!" Poor cute Bob was dancing around the was his first real kill. He's only ever really gotten grasshoppers before. He's pretty proud of those little guys...but a fucking bird! He's was over the moon!

I just laid there looking at it while Mario went and got something to pick it up with. While he's man'd up with the spiders, he's not so good with dead animals in bed. Understandable really. There was some queasiness, but he got that little guy and disposed of him. I was so out of it that I actually almost fell right back to sleep. Luckily my brain woke up enough to realize that sleeping in a bed that previously held a dead wild animal is not ok. So we stripped the bed.

I fell back asleep to Mario cuddling Bob and telling him what a tough cat he was. When we woke up later, Bob was still doing his excited dance and strutting around the house. It was so cute that we didn't want to tell him he was bad, because he did bring it in for us. However, I really hope that Bob doesn't take all the praise to mean that he should bring in more wildlife.


  1. That is one of the best pictures of Mario and Bob. What a good little hunter.

  2. I was so with you on this story until you said there was a dead bird in the bed. LMAO. I can't believe it. I am sure he was so proud of himself and wanted to show is mom and dad. Cute. The cats I had growing up always brought their kill to the front door of the house and would try to bring it in. We had a few manage to make it in but never at night and never into our bed. The only "kill" we get brought to us now is a small fuzzy green worm on a string (cat toy) that our little Emma is so happy to have and will parade it around the house while howling at the top of her lungs. I will take the fuzzy green worm anyday over a real dead bird. Good job Bob!


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