There is a Void who dwells on the farm who never fails to both entertain and quite often, exasperate. Jojo, as my daughter so christened her almost two years ago, is our floofy black cat. She's a regal sort, but she is also from a different plane. Of that I am most certain.
Yesterday, I began the process of taking down the Christmas tree. I had spent most of the morning doing chores, bills, and other catching up after being gone for a couple days tasks. The tree taking down was a chore that I was actually looking forward too, as its end result is my dining room becomes all orderly once again.
Well, right when I started, before I even got the dang tree skirt removed, Jojo flew in the pet door and bolted to her favorite spot right under the tree.
The hubs was racking the rhubarb wine as it had just finished its primary fermentation. He then bellowed,
"GET IT OUT YOU HEATHEN!"
Now, I refer to Jojo as Black Demon when her mischievous side emerges, which is quite often, and yesterday's antics qualified as mischievous. She had run in to the house with a still living pygmy nuthatch in her mouth.
I was instantly irritated as I hate it when the cats kill any of the birds. I totally get it that they are going to, I just prefer them massacring rodents. Plus, those little nuthatches are so cute, I love their little cheese-bur-ger trill.
Anyway. before I could set down the ornaments in my hand, the hubs had picked up Jojo, removed the little bird who was fully in the throes of leaving its mortal coil, and was stomping away lecturing Jojo about bringing her kills in the house.
This was not the first time.
Jojo, she didn't look ruffled at all. Murder is her game, and she's the GOAT. She spent the next hour atop the couch looking all stately like the queen of small animal carnage.
I'm sure it won't be the last time she brings in a kill, I just wish she would end its existence before doing so.
We love our cats. My husband calls them our employees, which is kinda funny as I don't think cats really belong to anyone, they just condescendingly consent to tolerate your presence. Sometimes they even do so while making a rumbling noise and slightly kneading your extrails as if looking for a weakness in your already inferior form.
Me, I am just thankful cats are the size that they are. Can you imagine what they would do if they were even dog size? I mean we have large cats and ocean ponies(orcas) to give us a peek into that potential world of carnage.
Cats though, I absolutely adore them. My life would be far less enjoyable without my eight girls. They all have unique personalities and never-ending antics that make each day a joy to wander through.
Even if they do on occasion bring live animals into the house and wreak havoc...