Intruder Alert! Activate the Denali Defense!
Home Life, Paw Prints - 11 Comments » - Posted on March, 5 at 4:24 pm
I was sitting here in front of the computer (what else is new?) minding my own business and fixing to respond to Julie’s comment about how Shizuku doesn’t get enough mention here on the blog when I hear this humongous crash in the kitchen.
Sorry, Shizuku, the cats are about to get another post.
I ran to the kitchen and the sight that met my eyes was not pleasant. Papers and wrappers scattered on the floor along with tin cans, pans, plates, and plastic storage containers. What was truly alarming is that none of the cats came running out of the kitchen during all of this. Were they buried under the debris as a result of their mischief?
That would be a negative. Isis was sitting by the door watching everything as if it was a mildly interesting program. As for Denali, well she was right in the thick of the mess with a mouse.
Yes, you read that right, a mouse.
And boy was she having fun tossing him around. I ran for my camera and managed to grab him by the tail and hold him up by fridge (because the kitchen floor is now embarrassingly trashed courtesy of Denali) long enough to take a picture to share with you before Denali tried to climb up my leg to retrieve him.
See that red spot on his snout? Denali did that on both sides, effectively collapsing his nostrils and forcing him to breath through his mouth. After I gave him back to her, Denali promptly slashed his eyes. I kid you not. I dangled the mouse before her, she batted it out of my hand with her big paw and then used that paw to pin him down while the other flashed across his face. I’d have to say it hurt, a lot, because the mouse let out this shriek that caught even Isis’ wavering attention (she’s not much for hunting and refuses to exert herself), and started thrashing anew. It was all for naught though because Denali the Demon had only just begun.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Denali is scarily brutal with the things she catches. She doesn’t always eat them, but she does have fun torturing them and letting them die slowly. She pulls the legs methodically off of insects, slits stomachs to watch things bleed out, and takes perverse pleasure in mangling legs. Don’t get on this kitty’s bad side!
After the impromptu torture session that Isis and I were witness to, I’d have to say the score was: CAT6 – MOUSE0. Honestly, Denali was gentle with this guy in comparison to other things she’s caught. *shudders*
Now I’ve got one hell of a mess to clean up, but I guess I can’t complain. 
Although now I’m worrying over whether or not we have mice in the house or if that sucker just slipped in somehow.
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WOW. OMG how freaky. Way to go Denali for catching and eliminating the critter. Btw, lurve the way you slipped in that link
*shudders* We had a mouse here last summer, but it disappeared before Spooky got it. *sigh* I really must start posting more about Mr. Spooky Kitty and Mr. Panda Bear on my blog.
Good Denali for getting rid of the sucker.
I just had to smile
when I read this entry. It reminded me that my dog, Colby, chases and catches mice as well. I hope that Denali had tons of fun catching the mouse, and that he received a really good petting.
She slashed his EYES out? Whoa, you have a vicious girl there…
Well, if your cats are in the house, you won’t have mice problems for long, at least.
My boys just endlessly torment the mice until they stop running, then they eat them alive (or let them go, half messed-up). Lazy boys. I wish they were quick and efficient like my girls used to be… *has no girl-kitties anymore*
Charity,
Indeed, you need more pet-love on your blog!
I always enjoy reading posts about pets and can never get enough of them 
Yes, I was quite pleased with her for getting rid of the pest. It’s the only reason she didn’t get yelled at for trashing the kitchen. She broke a plate and one teflon pan that fell down has some serious scratches and dings in it from where the pestle landed in it. Not to mention the over all mess, but in the end, one mouse dead is worth it.
Jessica,
Oh yes, Denali had quite a bit of fun! In fact she wore herself out and spent the evening sprawled out on her stadium blanket. Totally zonked out.
Indeed, she got a can of cat food, many pats and scratches, and some treats for a job well done.
Mari,
That would be the understatement of the year!
One time, there was a hole in the screen door, and four little kittens, barely 5 or 6 weeks old snuck into the house. For a while we couldn’t figure out why she was staying in the kitchen watching the door. Then one night my mother opened the solid wood door and the kittens were between the two doors. They made it out the hole before my mom could react, sans one, the runt. It ran into the house and Denali pounced it in a heartbeat and had already drawn a nice slash down its tummy. The poor kitten was traumatized, although thankfully not seriously injured.
Denali is a hunter, there is no doubt about that. And anything that moves and is smaller than her is her prey.
You should see the bathroom and kitchen floors in the morning. They’re clean when we go to bed, but every morning without fail there is some poor creature on the floor ripped to shreds. Sometimes a cricket with two legs torn off to prevent escape and guarantee slow death, sometimes a centipede with all of it’s legs off.
Thanks for submitting this great post to the Carnival of the Cats we hosted yesterday. Hope to see more of Denali & Isis!
Sharolyn
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Goodness! Denali is one vicious kitty! Stockton Boy’s kitty is vicious too. I once bought a spider toy and she took it apart within a week or two. No eyes, no legs.
I love how Isis just sits there and watches. It’s as if you have to two stereotypical types of cat; the Garfield lazy kind, and the vicious I’m-gonna-eat-you kind.
Maria,
Yup, Denali and Isis are a study of contrasts. Denali is hyper, in your face, vocal, and a hunter. I’ve often described her as little tiger for that reason.
Isis on the other hand, is playful in a kittenish way, likes to nap and is always ready to curl up with you when you go to sleep (hence me call her sand-kitty and sleepy-time kitty) and just loves to receive worshipful attention.
One’s old, one’s young. One’s light, one’s dark.