Living with a killer

(First published 14/07/2012)

We have a cat called Frankenstein (Red Dwarf), he is a 2yo domestic short hair – Translation: I don’t know wtf it is/mongrel breed.

We’ve had him since he was a 2 month old bundle of fur and, up until he had the snip a couple of months ago, we always thought him to be a bit of a wuss. He’d come in with minor injuries and sometimes bring other cats in with him. One morning I saw him sitting on my daughter’s bedroom windowsill and thought it was a bit odd because, since she locked him in her toy-box about a year ago, he doesn’t go in there. it was only when I got to the kitchen and found him eating breakfast that I realised he’d brought in a little friend. Probably the same friend I found him sitting with on my bedroom windowsill when I woke up on a different morning.

I’d heard about cats bringing in “presents” to show their love and gratitude to their adoptive parents but Frankie rarely brought anything in. I thought it was a little strange that he never caught anything but figured that cats are like people, all different.

Then he had the snip, thinking that it would stop him getting into fights and chill him out a bit. Ok he seems to have stopped fighting so much BUT is now a cold-blooded killer whose tokens of affection are now endless! Every other day I’m finding dead mice and birds, sometimes 2 or 3 bodies, seriously!!

WTF has happened to my wussy-pussy?? He has become a little black panther predator! I have been told that putting a collar with a bell on him will stop it but he refuses to wear one.

I guess I just have to come to terms with the fact that  the loss of his balls has resulted in the awakening of killer instincts.