Kitten rite of passage

nemaihne doesn't want to read this.

The Kitten has spent the day rummaging around in the garage. She's been knocking things over. Mr Pedia has gone out several times to pick up the boards and tools she dislodged. "Well, she's doing something out there," he said.

I just learned what. She brought me her first dead mouse.

Note that she's never been outside and has, to my knowledge, not been shown the ropes by the rat-experienced semi-feral Cat. She detected, hunted, trapped, and killed this mouse all on her own. And then very proudly brought it to me on the living room sofa so we could play fetch with it. Ulp. The problem with a brainy cat is, um, stuff like this.

ETA: Uh. Mr Pedia, who is a) wearing his glasses, b) not hungover, and c) less squeamish than I, has examined the corpse and pronounced me very silly. It is a gray lumpy bird-corpse. What the hell was a bird doing in the garage? "We know our garage less well than we thought," he said to me.
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Congratulations on having a fine and mighty hunter in your home!!!

You must be so proud.
Well either way, she did well, didn't she?

I'm afraid our cat, Barry, wouldn't know what to do if confronted with a rodent of any kind.
She's going to be an unholy terror if we ever let her outside. Which we might end up doing, since the Cat is an indoor-outdoor cat. He's still miffed that the cat doors are blocked off to keep the kitten in.
Our youngest cat, who we got when he was two days old and is generally despised by our oldest cat, was an excellent birder in his day. Have no idea how he learned that either, since he might have watched our older one but was certainly not instructed by her.

Catching it in the garage though . . . that's fairly impressive.
Mr P has been rummaging around, trying to figure out how the bird got in there. Maybe there's a nest up in the suspended storage area, where we keep all our boxes and unimportant books.

Cats generally aren't good at catching birds, I've read. They're much better at rodents, which is why we domesticated them.
The great huntress lives! I hope you praised her when she brought you her prey.

My cat has never been outside either. She and her sister were brought to our home when they were 8 weeks old, so no training from Momma cat. She loves to 'kill' my stuffed animal collection. At least once a week she'll bring one to me, uttering a strange warbleing cry as she carrys it, and places it at my feet. I pet her, tell her what a brave huntress she is, and put it back on the shelf. She has never brought me the same one twice in a row.
Lavish praise of her cleverness and general amazingness! Which she accepted casually as her due.

Yours drags your stuffies around too! So does the Kitten! Then she expects me to throw them so she can play fetch. Things the Kitten has played fetch with:

- the wings from a Lush Christmas Carol bath bomb
- a Koosh ball
- wire ties twisted into loops
- stuffed animals in various sizes
- a rabbit-fur mouse
- a dead bird
Uh, oh, I have been informed that this list is complete. Also fetched by the kitten:

- Mardis Gras beads
- a disposable razor
- half-chewed dog rawhide strips
It's not so bad if they catch and kill the mouse. It's when they eat half of it and save the rest that I run into problems. My sister's cats always did this. Of course, then not being used to eating raw, fur covered meat and bones, they upchuck, so you get mousey goodness twice to clean up.
Mine always eat the heads first. Ratfinkus (not his original name, but the name he earned by being himself) used to bring us squirrels. Headless squirrels. Black squirrels, this being the SF peninsula, where black squirrels are plentiful. They're smaller than the gray species, and thus were probably easier for him to get. Little rat bastard.
My sister's cats eat moles and voles, as well as mice. They have also been observed having strange sexual relations with skunks. My sister's cats are pervs.