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[theweaselking]

Chinese TV show host: "And cats can survive being dropped from great heights without being hurt, such as this fourth-story window! Let's watch!"

"MIAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOWW!"

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[silmaril.livejournal.com]

As if the main premise of the story wasn't funny enough (And I mean "funny" in the "What the hell were they thinking?" sense):

During the heyday of communist ethics, China banned pets as frivolous and bourgeois but pet ownership has become a new vogue among the country's newly rich amid its robust market economic reforms.

During the heyday of communist ethics, people must have had one hell of a mice/rat problem, then, whether in the cities or in the rural areas. Or arsenic poisonings were too common.

[ceara.livejournal.com]

Dude, I have only once met a cat that would kill a mouse in the house. Most people who have cats also have mouse traps and/or mouse poison.

[stormfeather.livejournal.com]

We've had some mice wander in from outside because of the cold, and my cat, though young and probably untutored in this, was only too happy to chase them down and kill them. Well, I think she "killed" them only incidentally, by carrying them around and playing with them until they died of fright/just too much mishandling, but still.

[torrain.livejournal.com]

My cats eventually figured out that they could chase mice. It was funny as hell to watch them before they realized this, though--the instincts were all there, they'd stalk and charge and pounce, and then the mouse would let out this kind of little meep! sound and they'd levitate backwards trying to get all four feet off the floor so they wouldn't be brought down by the Fearsome Meeping Fluff.

(I suspect it is no coincidence that, as I write this, Angel has stopped purring and is now sitting up in my lap looking at the screen.)

However, they are not allowed to kill them, because it would take forever to get the goo out of the floors. And there's the "Get that out of your mouth, I don't know where it's been!" factor.

Honestly, though, my experiences tend to support yours; I don't think they'd be much good at it, even if I didn't interfere. They seem to have grasped the idea that it is a Squeaky Mouse Toy; making the leap from that to considering it food is something else entirely. They know what food is. It either comes in soft gooshy form, pleasantly heated to room temperature unless I am rushed, or in crunchy kibbly format, sometimes extensively flavoured.

Mice aren't food. Mice are toys.

(Pardon. Late-night ramble.)

[theweaselking.livejournal.com]

> They know what food is. It either comes in soft gooshy form, pleasantly
> heated to room temperature

Much like a mouse.

[torrain.livejournal.com]

Mice are firmish, not gooshy, and I'm guessing they're warmer than room temperature. Besides, they move. Food doesn't move.

[eididdy.livejournal.com]

Dropping a cat out of a 4th story window? What's the problem again? I'd write in complaining if they stopped doing it!

[torrain.livejournal.com]

You're dead to me.