What the cat dragged in

At least 4 more crickets, two spiders, and a fly met their maker since I last posted about PK's hunting skills. This morning, however, I woke up to a less pleasant gift from the kitty: a dead roach that PK killed and left ON THE BED.

Gifts like this are part of cat ownership--just as much as litter box scooping and cleaning up the occasional vomit. Many times I have earnestly talked to PK about barfing on easy-to-clean surfaces, but to no avail. At my former apartment with the dirt-brown carpet, I didn't care where he yakked as long as he didn't do it on my bed or the couches.

Insect and reptile carcasses rank above cat yak, but those gifts are FAR more likely to be deposited in a place the cat's owner is sure to find them. Like the bed. Thank heavens it was dead or I would have screamed half the neighborhood awake.

When I told mom about the roach on the bed, she said she'd heard an epic battle in the hallway in the middle of the night. Must have been PK stalking and pouncing on his prey--or maybe he did a victory lap. He can't run on the hardwood floors and stay upright, so that would make some noise. I should count my blessings that he's an indoor-only cat. No telling what kind of gifts he'd bring if he could go hunting outside.