A week ago Mr. Number Two was attacked (I’m pretty sure by the new cat — the issue of satan as I call him). Blood splattered everywhere — all over the wall behind the cage, and on the wood floors and as far as into the next room. He had to get five metal staples. He and his brother used to fight and haven’t in a long time, but I heard a loud squeak in the evening, but didn’t bother to look cause it was only one squeak and I figured the brothers were at it again. Later, walking by their cage, I saw his entire neck covered in blood. He was eating at his food bowl and dripping blood into it. Poor thing.
In more violent pet news…Maverick killed a baby bunny that same week. Actually, I killed a baby bunny, he just damaged it beyond repair. The next day, Einstein ate a baby quail and wouldn’t respond to my pleas that he drop it.
The new cat is seriously the most fucked up cat I’ve ever lived with. I’ve never been afraid of a cat before. I’m never really sure what he’s going to do. Even while I’m petting him, I’m all the while scared he’s going to suddenly turn and scratch me. He brutalizes and terrorizes my other cats, and sometimes the dogs.
The other day, I saw Tigger playing with Buddy’s collar and was wondering if that was some sort of dominance thing. But then I realized Buddy’s collar was actually on the kitchen counter, and what they were really playing with was a snake they’d brought into the house! A very little snake, but a snake nonetheless that’s currently in a small pet container cause I’m not sure if I’m supposed to release him back in the wild or if I’m supposed to kill it. I need to call my local animal control or wildlife center.
Today was skull day. I was spraying Nature’s Miracle on yet another doggie blankie and was examining it and found these little hard things stuck to the blanket. I picked them off and looked at them closely and realized they were pieces of bones from a small animal…including the jaw. On the patio today, I found the skull of some other small animal. I guess the hawks must’ve dropped it there after pecking off all the meat or something.
Frogs are doing great (the ones that’ve managed to stay alive — Minimus finally died). The turtle is going back. But Maverick is staying.
