Thursday, October 19, 2006 . 10/19/2006

Another lesson finally arrived - World History. I am so happy that it isn't American history.. it's as boring as hell. Besides, I really do like studying the different cultures of the world, how early humans thought, etc. It includes the religions of the different cultures including Christianity, and with this I'll be able to piece together history and decide whether or not this religion is just another creation myth.

While studying, I looked out the window and saw one of my cats, Doots, with some small animal in his mouth. He then threw it on the ground and pawed at it. I put on some shoes, brought my blanket with me since it was cold, and went outside to see what kind of animal it was. Turned out to be this cute little mouse. At one point, the mouse got on its haunches and jumped towards Doots, trying to intimidate him.. that has got to be one of the funniest sights I have ever seen. Doots just batted at the thing, with no obvious intentions of killing it. He would often just sit there and stare at the mouse. As I bent down on my knees, Doots came up to me and rolled over affectionately. I took this time to get up close to the mouse, but not too close. The poor thing was breathing heavily, fightened. Knowing the animal could carry some disease, and transfer it to me if it bit me, I carefully stroked it with a leaf at first. Doots kept coming to the mouse and batting at it, making it squeek, so eventually I picked the little guy up - carefully - and placed him more near the woods (and yes, I did wash my hands after I came inside).

Picking Doots up, I went inside, then let my dog out. While I was doing this, Doots sneakily jumped outside and headed back for the mouse. His brother, Pie, followed suit. I gave up on keeping the cats away from the poor animal. After all, they were only following instinct.

I went back to reading, then caught site of my cats. Pie was sitting there watching as Doots repeatedly flipped the mouse in the air. I went outside again to see whether it was dead or not, and it almost was. At the last few moments of its life, its little legs were twitching and he occasionally lifted up his head. Finally, Doots jumped in, grabbing the mouse by the neck, and threw it around. It was dead.

Pie came and investigated the dead mouse as Doots walked away. He played with it at first, and eventually started to eat it. I watched out of curiosity and heard bones snap as my cat dug in. Seeing all those organs was interesting.

Within only minutes, Pie ate half the mouse, pawed at it for awhile, then walked away.

I figure that my cats do this all the time when they're outside, and so far they haven't caught anything. Same for our other outdoor cats we had. I keep telling my dad that it isn't a good idea to keep letting them out; you never know what could happen. He always responds with some sort of "psh" noise and says the cats will go nuts if left inside, and besides that, who would clean the litterbox? I looked up on cats.about.com for information on why you should keep your cats indoors. It seems my dad needs some professional to confirm the truth, regardless if I say it or not. Apparently I'm just the stupid teenager who knows nothing and comes up with assumptions. I fucking hate him, except for the fact that he buys me stuff. Yes, I am spoiled.

It's so hard to argue with him since he always makes these stupid sounds a little kid would make, and he repeats my name when I explain or try to explain something, then comes up with such a stupid response that I don't even know how to reply. It's so damn frustrating. All I want to do is have a civillized discussion, and he ends up turning it into some arguement because he acts like a little kid who believes there is a Santa, and refuses to believe otherwise, no matter if logic is involved or not. 0 Comments - Post/view comments