I think my cat, Gunner, has an eating disorder.
Or maybe he is just using his stomach to transport items from one area to another, you know like the Transporter (maybe we should consider a name change.) Let me elaborate.
He has been eating mice then puking them up at a later time and new location.
I have two theories.
A. He is a cat and we are his owners. I read somewhere that when cats really love you they bring you presents. Like dead birds and mice. Now I could almost handle finding dead animals in my house if they were dry and not all wet and mutilated, but what Gunner is doing is like next level shit.
He goes outside to hunt mice, catches one, plays with it then at some point (I dunno know, after he's bored or maybe he thinks "Well, that was fun, I think I'll share this little guy with Nancy." But instead of just putting the thing in his mouth and carrying it into the house..HE EATS IT!!!
Is it because he is worried the mouse is just playing dead (oh wait that's possums. Do mice do that too?) and will wait for the perfect opportunity to escape, so instead of taking any chances he eats the damn thing?
I remember when I was a kid playing at a park and we were all sitting down making headbands from the wild flowers growing in the grass. They were so fun to make and pretty. But I never thought "Wow, you know what I bet my mom would love one of these. I'm going to eat 20 flowers and regurgitate them later on our couch." See? Human thinking vs cat thinking.
My other theory is
B: My cat has an eating disorder. Sometimes when my dog eats too much food I will watch him go outside and eat some grass. Inevitably he will be tossing his cookies within a few minutes and poof, empty stomach, dog feels better. Now I Googled that animals will do this on occasion for health but why can't my cat just eat grass? Is Gunner suffering from constant upset stomachs or is it something else? Maybe he feels his gut dragging on the floor and is using this weird mouse diet thing to make himself puke. Can cats be bulimic?
I have a cast iron stomach. Honestly, very, very little, if anything, makes me gag. I've been pooped on, thrown up on, seen bloody injuries, eaten questionable food cooked by my tiny humans, and nothing makes me gag. My husband and sons on the other hand have delicate, baby angel stomachs. Really, my strong, tall, hunky husband will gag so hard if he so much as hears or sees someone else puking. So you can imagine where the responsibility falls when there's a pile of cat food/mouse puke.
The first time I saw this pile of vomit I nearly lost my lunch. Honestly, I came across a pile of cat puke and went to clean it up. As I was scooping it up I noticed (what I thought was) World's Largest Hair Ball. Really, it was gross but I get cat's lick themselves, but damn Gunner! I was worried he was running a free "cat cleaning clinic" from our front porch...and that's when I saw it. What I originally thought was worms (yes, cat's get those) turned out to be tiny mouse intestines. And just so I can take you down with me, there was only a body. Yup! There was no head. THERE WAS NO HEAD!!
All I can think it my cat is some type of backyard gangster and this mouse must have been behind on his catnip payments. To make an example of him to all the other mice, Gunner held him down and in a fit of rage (like Ozzie Osborne on stage with the bird) he torn his head off and flung it to the side. He probably stood there for a few seconds to allow the dramatic effect to really sink in before he ate the rest of the mouse in one bite.
I'd like to say my cat is now the Godfather of the back yard and that we no longer have a mouse problem due to the fact that our yard is forbidden territory and the Catnip Gangster runs that area of land, but it wasn't so exciting. I found the mouse head under the pile of vomit. So he did in fact eat the whole damn mouse. Now I'm back to square one. Gunner must simply be a cat who likes to eat mice. But I still can't look at him the same way because when he is curled up on the couch, all soft and purring with the Cheshire smile across his face, I can't help wonder if he's thinking "That's right, pet me human, for I am the CatFather."
Or maybe he is just using his stomach to transport items from one area to another, you know like the Transporter (maybe we should consider a name change.) Let me elaborate.
He has been eating mice then puking them up at a later time and new location.
I have two theories.
A. He is a cat and we are his owners. I read somewhere that when cats really love you they bring you presents. Like dead birds and mice. Now I could almost handle finding dead animals in my house if they were dry and not all wet and mutilated, but what Gunner is doing is like next level shit.
He goes outside to hunt mice, catches one, plays with it then at some point (I dunno know, after he's bored or maybe he thinks "Well, that was fun, I think I'll share this little guy with Nancy." But instead of just putting the thing in his mouth and carrying it into the house..HE EATS IT!!!
Is it because he is worried the mouse is just playing dead (oh wait that's possums. Do mice do that too?) and will wait for the perfect opportunity to escape, so instead of taking any chances he eats the damn thing?
I remember when I was a kid playing at a park and we were all sitting down making headbands from the wild flowers growing in the grass. They were so fun to make and pretty. But I never thought "Wow, you know what I bet my mom would love one of these. I'm going to eat 20 flowers and regurgitate them later on our couch." See? Human thinking vs cat thinking.
My other theory is
B: My cat has an eating disorder. Sometimes when my dog eats too much food I will watch him go outside and eat some grass. Inevitably he will be tossing his cookies within a few minutes and poof, empty stomach, dog feels better. Now I Googled that animals will do this on occasion for health but why can't my cat just eat grass? Is Gunner suffering from constant upset stomachs or is it something else? Maybe he feels his gut dragging on the floor and is using this weird mouse diet thing to make himself puke. Can cats be bulimic?
I have a cast iron stomach. Honestly, very, very little, if anything, makes me gag. I've been pooped on, thrown up on, seen bloody injuries, eaten questionable food cooked by my tiny humans, and nothing makes me gag. My husband and sons on the other hand have delicate, baby angel stomachs. Really, my strong, tall, hunky husband will gag so hard if he so much as hears or sees someone else puking. So you can imagine where the responsibility falls when there's a pile of cat food/mouse puke.
The first time I saw this pile of vomit I nearly lost my lunch. Honestly, I came across a pile of cat puke and went to clean it up. As I was scooping it up I noticed (what I thought was) World's Largest Hair Ball. Really, it was gross but I get cat's lick themselves, but damn Gunner! I was worried he was running a free "cat cleaning clinic" from our front porch...and that's when I saw it. What I originally thought was worms (yes, cat's get those) turned out to be tiny mouse intestines. And just so I can take you down with me, there was only a body. Yup! There was no head. THERE WAS NO HEAD!!
All I can think it my cat is some type of backyard gangster and this mouse must have been behind on his catnip payments. To make an example of him to all the other mice, Gunner held him down and in a fit of rage (like Ozzie Osborne on stage with the bird) he torn his head off and flung it to the side. He probably stood there for a few seconds to allow the dramatic effect to really sink in before he ate the rest of the mouse in one bite.
I'd like to say my cat is now the Godfather of the back yard and that we no longer have a mouse problem due to the fact that our yard is forbidden territory and the Catnip Gangster runs that area of land, but it wasn't so exciting. I found the mouse head under the pile of vomit. So he did in fact eat the whole damn mouse. Now I'm back to square one. Gunner must simply be a cat who likes to eat mice. But I still can't look at him the same way because when he is curled up on the couch, all soft and purring with the Cheshire smile across his face, I can't help wonder if he's thinking "That's right, pet me human, for I am the CatFather."