So you've read the first installment, where Julius managed to catch a lil' frien', but it escaped.
Now you'll know the rest of the story.

Yesterday, at about 500pm, I get a call on my mobile from Colleen, who's freaking out. I thought Marcus had done a tumble or something.
Well, as it turns out, Julius found his lil' frien' again -- and proceeded to play with it. Here's the kicker -- Julius croaked the little bugger!
Hooray for the Great Furry Hunter!

Now, Colleen was still in a state of panic, mixed with cathartic laughter. She didn't know what to do with it. She didn't want it dead, but I told her it was the price for its stupidity for showing its face again when he knows there's a 22-lb Maine Coon with paws bigger than it still present.
She didn't know what to do with the body. I told her to get some paper towels, pick it up, put it in a plastic bag, and it will go out with the trash. Unceremonious, I know. Plus, we had already done the "release into the wild" thing with the previous two, having one snuff it isn't a bad thing.

So now Julius is the hero of the house. Mom-in-law is bringing up a special catnip toy for him later this week when she comes to visit. I've been giving him lots of scritches for a job well done.
pfloyd: (Julius)
( Apr. 17th, 2006 01:30 pm)
So there I was, on Sunday, kicking back on the couch with Marcus in my arms, listening to him calmly snoozing away.
I hear something take a tumble in the dining area. I figured it was Julius trying to get around to his dish and just knocked something over. No big deal.
A few seconds later, I see Julius calmly walking into the living area, stepping onto the big Middle Eastern blanket we use to demark Marcus' play area. I see him sit down and sort of hunch over, then start batting at something.
My mind suddenly goes into overdrive. WtF???
I slip Marcus down onto the couch (he stayed asleep, thank the Gods), and I see what Julius had brought -- a tiny mouse (the Rat Bastard!). He had actually carried it in his mouth!
The little thing scampered through the toys scattered on the blanket to get away. I tried to catch it in a plastic mold, but it was too quick. It must've escaped under the couch back to whence it came.

Since then, Julius has been called the Great Hunter. Lots of scritches to him.
Now we know he has the instinct within him.
Hopefully the little bugger is too scared now since he got caught, and is telling any of the others that the big cat isn't as stupid as they thought.


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