#100BM Day 64
I read somewhere recently that cats bring their people dead birds and rodents because they see humans as big, dumb, bald kittens who can’t take care of themselves. In my anthropomorphising of Hamish, I’ve always thought Hamish brought me mice to show me his awesome, self-propelled toy has stopped moving because its neck is broken.
I freely admit this is ridiculous.
However, this spring, I have found two mice, dead by cat, just lying on the floor, hidden from obvious view. So, does Hamish thinks more highly of us than other two-legged dumbo kittens? Or is he just that fucking lazy?
(Also two mice in a month. Ack. Gross.)