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I was watching this clip on MSN.com (great Keith Olbermann clips available, by the way…I love that man) about the hunting habits of house cats. To get the full effect of the cat-killing experience, the good people at National Geographic fitted someone’s housecat with a camera, and taped a scene of the cat stalking, killing, and devouring a mouse. Yummy…

As I was watching this, my own two cats were deeply involved in their daily 16 hour nap. And who can blame them for sleeping so much, huh? I mean, walking to the feeding bowl, litter box, and water dish is hard work! And it’s physically taxing for them to use their little paws to push the bathroom door open while I’m taking a dump, so they can run over and get me to pet them (they’re smart…they know that when I’m pooping, I can’t get up and ignore them when they want a backrub or ear scratch.)

Whatever this MSN.com clip about a house cats’ hunting skills was talking about, it didn’t apply to my cats because their cat instincts have evolved into…human instincts. They’re basically babies with lots and lots of body hair.

I’ve watched them “hunt” before…there were two instances where a lone cricket had wandered into my apartment and was hopping around trying to find an exit. The only reason why I noticed it was because my cats were following it around. They didn’t bat at it, or do anything to imply that they were going to pounce on it and kill it. No, they followed it: to the corners of the bedroom, to the closet, to the bed…and even after I had thrown the cricket into the toilet, the cats were still trying to follow it. Perhaps they thought it was their mama or something.

This is what I imagine my cats would be like if they encountered a mouse:

Yes, my babies would rather show a rabies-infested mouse hospitality than the cruel death of being mauled by claws and teeth.