Quoth the Raven "Nevermore"

Our cat--Ottoman--has proven himself to be quite the hunter of moths and spiders. This has come to my great satisfaction as I have an irrational paranoia surrounding moths. I'm afraid that I may have encouraged his behaviour a little too much because he's found other things with which to play...none quite so helpful as moths and spiders.

We woke up Saturday morning and found an earthworm on our bedroom floor. It was in four pieces. A worm? Really Otto?

We came home from a VW event on Friday night, I rushed in the house to visit the bathroom and almost wet myself when I looked in the toilet and found a bird (gross!) It was not a small bird either. I don't know whether it is normal for cats to put their prey in water, but Otto routinely deposits all of his toys in his water dish when he's done playing. Weirdo.

This morning I woke up and could hear Otto playing with something...turned out to be a baby bird. Come on Otto. Pick on someone your own size.

I am at a total loss as to what to do about this. I mean, I'm glad my cat has found a hobby that he enjoys, but cleaning up animal carcases really isn't my thing. He's lucky he's so freaking sweet (to me anyway...perhaps not so much to other animals).