It was about midnight on a Saturday when I stumbled in through my front door after a long night of slaving away for 10 hours at the front desk of a busy downtown Nashville hotel.....the room was pitch black as my roommate had already retired to his quarters, but I heard the familiar sound of tiny bells as Blair and Dallas ran to greet me.
I reached for the flashlight on my phone so I could navigate through my not-so tidy apartment to get to the lightswitch and with that small stream of light I saw the first victim.....a single black hair tie next to the coffee table. I bent down to pick it up and was met with two green eyes staring back at me with a look of pride and a slain hair tie dangling from her mouth.
With a flip of the light switch I realized the massacre that had taken place while I was at work.
About 50 hair ties had been brutalized and scattered throughout the apartment. A trail of them led to the scene of the crime in the bathroom....my hair tie drawer had been compromised and the poor things never had a chance against my grey little huntress Blair.
After picking up the victims and laying most of them to rest in the trash I congratulated Blair on her kills and she walked around the rest of the evening with the most pride I've seen since the Moth incident of '14.
I'm wondering if anyone else has any hunting stories from their indoor cats? lol
I reached for the flashlight on my phone so I could navigate through my not-so tidy apartment to get to the lightswitch and with that small stream of light I saw the first victim.....a single black hair tie next to the coffee table. I bent down to pick it up and was met with two green eyes staring back at me with a look of pride and a slain hair tie dangling from her mouth.
With a flip of the light switch I realized the massacre that had taken place while I was at work.
About 50 hair ties had been brutalized and scattered throughout the apartment. A trail of them led to the scene of the crime in the bathroom....my hair tie drawer had been compromised and the poor things never had a chance against my grey little huntress Blair.
After picking up the victims and laying most of them to rest in the trash I congratulated Blair on her kills and she walked around the rest of the evening with the most pride I've seen since the Moth incident of '14.
I'm wondering if anyone else has any hunting stories from their indoor cats? lol
" he would look at me and meow like he was saying "get away. MY PRESIOUS!!"
