My cat is a feline Jack the Ripper

This morning, when I got out of the shower, there was a blob of really tiny intestines waiting for me on the rug. They were clearly mouse-sized entrails, which had been carefully extricated from the poor little rodent’s abdomen and left for me. My 15%.

It was my cat Shadow. Before he was my cat, he was a neighborhood alley cat who used to kill mice and such, take out their entrails, and leave them to dry on the sidewalk. He always leaves me something when he catches his hapless prey, and it never ceases to amaze me.

How does a cat manage to remove such tiny, fragile intestines from a mouse’s body? I’ve seen him do it with the heart and lungs, too. I probably couldn’t do such fine work with my hands and a scalpel, but he manages it with his claws and mouth, somehow. Truly disgusting and amazing. Anyone else’s cat do this? Anyone know how the hell they do it?

Hmmm… precision tip claws and teeth?

We humans are blunty all over.

I don’t know how they do it.

These teeny little intestines were totally intact, unruptured, perfectly removed. I have hands and even with a scalpel, I probably couldn’t do such a clean job. He has done it with smaller organs, too. I must mention that he also transported them from wherever he killed this mouse to right outside of the shower (I know this b/c there was no blood, really, just the guts and a little red splotch).

Maybe my cat is some sort of surgical prodigy. Or a reincarnated serial killer.

Nah, he’s just a cat. I’ve never figured out how they do it – but not all of them do.

I had one, many many moons ago, who didn’t like skin. I never found any innards, or even bones, but I received a mouse pelt (not bloody!) about once a week for most of his life. Another of my feline overlords left 2 or 3 complete little mouse carcasses neatly lined up on the door mat (again, about once a week). Now, one of them does the precise removal of innards thing (the dumb one!), and the other two congratulate her loudly. At 4 am, usually.

The only thing ickier than waking up to a dead smelly love offering on ones pillow is stepping on the entrails of the dead smelly love offering first thing in the morning. :rolleyes:

You should have made a coat out of them.