Oct. 29: Not-so-proud mama

I am so not enjoying the kitten bringing home her kill. This must be what Sarah Palin’s kids feel like. “Yes, Mom, we see you got another head to mount on the wall. We’re very, very proud. Good job. All that. Can we get back to watching The Daily Show now?”

This is the tally so far, of which I’m aware:

• Grasshoppers (minimum of two per day; max is six)
  
• Box elder bugs (a few)
  
• Flies (two big huge ones)
  
• Snakes (one large, one small—I think both survived only because of our intervention)
  
• Praying mantis (one)

Notice not a single one of these things has fur. The cat has clearly forgotten the conditions she agreed upon in exchange for a warm home and being carried around upside down by a six-year-old. Er, something like that.

Here are pictures from the latest capture, her praying mantis—which I must add was the most disgusting so far to hear her chew up:



And it’s an especially sad story because you can see in the close-up picture that this praying mantis was a girl. Note the long, wavy, flowing hair (click the photo because it’s not even a tiny little bit disgusting to see my dirty floor):



If these critters were evil I would praise Millie for a job well done. But what horrible thing did they ever do to deserve being tossed about for a scary five minutes and then gobbled? Except for the flies. Flies are the door-to-door salespeople of the insect world. I mean, praying mantises (mantii?) are good bugs, aren’t they? I feel sorta bad.

On the upside, there’s this: I said “tally.” Heehee.