I would rather know why the fuck cats bring animals they catch to their owners?
>4 years ago I went to Cambodia to volunteer in a small private school in Kampot
>when I came to school turns out they have one month vacation and they didn't even tell me
>owner just gave me keys and said I can stay for one month until they return from their village
>so, for one month I'm staying alone in this school and there is this huge ginger cat
I'm sure this monster genetically was closer to tigers than to cats, he was double size of regular cats. I called him Shirhan. I started to give him leftover bones and then started to pet him. With time we really bonded and he would jump in my lap and let me pet him whenever he sees me at my computer. At night I used to play poker at Pokerstars and the thing is there was just one place with good connection and it was kinda open space semi-room. So, I'm playing poker there at nights and Shirhan started to bring birds, lizards and rats he caught. He would put it next to my chair, poke it to me and look at me, almost saying "hey, it's for you, take it". Sometimes rats were still alive and he would play with it for like half an hour, while I was playing poker. First times I would freak out and kick him out, but I got used to it. Kicking him out was not easy too, he wasn't scared. He would just move few meters aside and play there. Worst thing is that I need to mop the floor every day. Well, at least he eats them outside, right? One day he brought a huge Splinter and started eating it right in the middle of the room. And I have deep run in a huge tournament, 10k+ for the first place. So, I try to kick him out, he takes the rat and moves to the corner and starts eating there, I try to chase him out of there, he runs to another corner(all this while I'm running back and forth to my comp to play my hands), this shit continued for like ten minutes. Rat blood fkn everywhere. Eghh, stopped petting this monster from that day on.
