Or, if you live in the boonies, that cat might have just been abandoned by
asshole "owners" who think that dumping a cat near an old barn is "fine".
The only thing I like about the very old barn closest to my property having
been converted into a McMansion is that no one drives by and dumps out
pregnant cats anymore. Used to be a monthly occurrence. Some of my best cats
arrived in that fashion, by that barn, but I'm happy that no one else will
be abandoned out here just because city dwellers are lazy morons. Obviously
not every person who lives in a city is a lazy-animal-dumping-moron, but
still. Just because there's a "barn", doesn't mean that DOMESTICATED animals
can live there, out on their own, with no help, in upstate NY, year round.
I live in the suburbs and have been here since the place was built
seven years ago. Outdoor cats don't last long; they become coyote
food. With a number of foreclosures nearby, it could very well be an
abandoned cat trying to bribe me. :)
I returned home from work and my Weimaraner was chewing on something.
It turned out to be a deer leg and I had a vision of a three legged deer
hobbling around in the woods. I suppose some hunter tossed it out some
where but I never did figure out where my dog got the darn thing. He
sure was proud of that leg, it kept him occupied for quite a while.
re: "I returned home from work and my Weimaraner was chewing on
something. It turned out to be a deer leg "
I was doing stuff in the front yard the other day and noticed my dog
chewing on something. I thought it was one of his Dingos or rawhide
bones, so I didn't bother myself with it. After he went inside I walk
past where he was playing and found out it was a chipmunk.
I suspect my cat had killed it and left behind the bushes and the dog
pulled it out. It was all slimy, but intact.
Yesterday, my wife was in the backyard with the dog and asked me to
please remove the dead rabbit so the dog would stop playing with it.
My cat has obviously been busy!
hehe-- But they must listen a little. Our outside cat used to leave
us little bits from time to time. Hearts, gallbladders- a foot or
But one Mother's Day it left an entire intact mink on the stoop. Mommy
wasn't too impressed with the 'rat' the cat left at the door until I
told her it wasn't a rat, but a mink.
Great hunter outside-- but it apparently thought we had dibs on the
inside mice. When she died & we tossed 'her' chair- we found it full
of cat food in places that cats could never get to.
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