Our cat is an indoor cat. We rarely let him outside even though our backyard is completely fenced in. And that’s because, on those rare occasions when we do let him out, he somehow manages to find and catch a rat, reminding us that we are urban dwellers. Living in the city means sharing your world with rats, mice, and raccoons. And, where we live, near Golden Gate Park, occasional coyotes.
For some reason that I will never really understand, once our cat has caught and killed his prey, he feels compelled to bring it into our house and present us with his gift, as if to say, “Look at what I brought you. Aren’t you proud of me?”
The first few times it happened, my wife freaked out. However, now that it’s happened a handful of times, she will just nonchalantly call over to me and say, “Honey, look what the cat dragged in.”
Written for Teresa’s Story Starter Challenge #9.