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Cat and rat October 12, 2019

Posted by WorldbyStorm in Uncategorized.

One of the cats caught a rat the other morning. Delighted it was too, swinging the dead rodent around in its mouth as it all too generously delivered it to the mat in the back yard. It seemed puzzled by the lack of appreciation this received. It’s a good hunter, having caught in just over two years a fair number of birds and a couple of hapless mice.

Still, it was a young rat, pretty big but not full size. I’ve seen cats seemingly bemused by cornered rats. On one occasion two cats – one a neighbours cat – had caught a rat in a bucket in the yard but they wouldn’t strike, clearly having learned better from previous encounters.

Reading up on the dynamics between cats and rats this from the Smithsonian was interesting:

According to Science News’ Susan Milius, the researchers tracked kills with the help of motion-triggered cameras that recorded 306 “active-animal” videos. Based on these clips, the scientists recorded 20 stalking events and three kill attempts (only two of which were successful). The kills occurred under ambush-like conditions, while the unsuccessful attempt was an open-floor chase.
“[It was a] very hesitant chase, like a stop-and-go dance they do,” Parsons tells Milius. “When the rat stops, the cat stops, too.”


1. Jim Monaghan - October 12, 2019

Due to building work next door, we had a rat. I wondered how to get rid of it. That evening, sitting watching tv, I heard the rat. Our two dogs stirred off the sofa. Ambled into the kitchen. I heard a squeak. They ambled back. Problem morphed into how to depose of dead rat.
On another occasion, my daughter rang us on holiday with a similar problem. She rang back later to tell us that t he dogs had done ot again.

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2. benmadigan - October 12, 2019

Another cat story showing how Viking Cats came to Ireland and mutated into fat cats, which WBS enjoyed at the time!



3. Joe - October 17, 2019

So there’s a folktale I know – heard it in Irish first. Lovely Kerry Irish of Bab Feirtéar, go ndéana Dia grásta uirthi. It’s a ‘string’ (I think that’s what they call it) type of story.
The cat and the mouse were playing by the fireside one Sunday morning. With all the messing didn’t the cat tear the tail off the mouse. ‘Oh the shame, the shame’ says the mouse, ‘give me back my tail so that I can go to Mass’. ‘I will’ says the cat, ‘if you get me a drop of milk from the cow’. The mouse goes to the cow and asks for a drop of milk to give to the cat so the cat will give him back his tail so that he can go to Mass……. And on it goes – the cow says she will if the mouse will get her a sop of grass from the barn; the barn says he will if mousey will give him a drop of water to stop his door squeaking; I’m sure there’s more; he goes to the well with a bucket but it’s full of holes; the robin tells him to fill the holes with yellow clay and cowshit; he gets the water, the shed gives him the grass… and the cat gives him his tail back. But ’twas no good because by the time he got to Mass he was late! The cat was fierce ashamed of himself for causing the mouse to be late for Mass. So he made a vow that he’d never again tear the tail off the mouse. And he never did. Because ever since then it’s the mouse’s head the cat tears off when he gets a hold of him. He keeps the tail for the dessert.


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