Thursday, November 27, 2014

CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE SOUL: When the cat hunts underwear

By AMY NEWMARK, Chicken Soup for the Soul | 8/25/2014

Lisa McManus Lange and her husband were dog people by nature, but they wound up with cats when they moved into a building that prohibited dogs. They might not have been quite ready for the change, not really understanding cat behavior. One cat, a wily American tabby named Snickers, managed to perpetually embarrass them, as Lisa wrote in her story “Indoor Hunter,” published in our most recent book on cats.

Snickers was a hunter by nature, so she had to find substitute prey while living indoors. Her first target was straws, which resulted in a few spilled drinks, but no major inconveniences. When she graduated to hunting Lisa’s husband’s underwear, things got more interesting. She began leaving his underwear strewn about the house at all hours. Dinner guests sometimes walked in and found Lisa’s husband’s briefs unceremoniously deposited on the carpet.

Lisa McManus Lange and her husband were dog people by nature, but they wound up with cats when they moved into a building that prohibited dogs. They might not have been quite ready for the change, not really understanding cat behavior. One cat, a wily American tabby named Snickers, managed to perpetually embarrass them, as Lisa wrote in her story “Indoor Hunter,” published in our most recent book on cats.

Snickers was a hunter by nature, so she had to find substitute prey while living indoors. Her first target was straws, which resulted in a few spilled drinks, but no major inconveniences. When she graduated to hunting Lisa’s husband’s underwear, things got more interesting. She began leaving his underwear strewn about the house at all hours. Dinner guests sometimes walked in and found Lisa’s husband’s briefs unceremoniously deposited on the carpet.

Eventually, Lisa decided she needed to get to the bottom of the matter, so she staked out her husband’s dresser and waited for Snickers to come by on a hunting expedition. To her amazement, the cat carefully climbed each drawer and then hoisted herself into the top one with her front paws. A moment later she emerged victorious, clutching some fresh underwear in her mouth. Lisa and her husband never put a stop to Snickers’ antics. Perhaps they were too impressed by the cat’s feat to scold her, like they would have done with a misbehaving dog. After all, cats can be a little intimidating for a dog person.

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