i think many of you misunderstand what im saying. i do not belive the mroals of nature are individual to each wild animal. what im saying is that mother nature herself has a moral code that she imparts upon her creatures in the form of instinct.
how many humans do you think have come face to face with a wild lion and not either intended to kill the lion, or been very very scared?
wild creatures especially predators will sense this right away.
you are clueless if you do not think that showing fear to a wild cat is the worst thing you can do.
as les just said, he thinks his cat kills for fun (even though clearly the cat was eating his prey) the cat senses fear in the mouse and chases it through natural instinct.
i had a cat once called biggles, a grey tabby, big strong cat always beating snot out of the alley cats in the area, massive build was this cat, had shoulders and paws so big he could easily rival alot of medium sized dogs with a quick slash accross the nose that would send even the hardest dogs running and wailing. i watermelon you not this cat was so tough and mean, when my sister was born my parents would not let the cat anywhere near her, he was that capable of causing injury.
That same master of the street was once sitting lazily on my kitchen floor and i was throwing down small chunks of cheddar cheese to him as i made some tosted sarnies. would you belive it, a little doormouse came confidently out from under the fridge, and marched up to biggles and just sat there. looking over the counter at this incredible moment the cat and mouse were starring at each other, the cat wafting his tail to and fro and purring, the mouse twitching his nose and showing absolutely no realisation of what cats do to mice. he scampered a little closer as i sat in silent awe, and he picked up a scrap of the cats cheese and just stood there on its backlegs holding this scrap in its front paws. biggles didnt even stop purring. This was like david and goliath and they decided to go for a pint together in the pub before the battle.
Suddenly i couldnt hold in anymore and i made a sound that drew both cat and mouse to stare up at me as if they forgot i was there. quick as that the mouse was off and back under the fridge and the instant he did the cat sprang forwards and crashed into the fridge door in vain attempt to capture the now fleeing thief.
i gave biggles a right ear bashing about letting the mouse go, and he just purred and rubbed up my ankles. i have known him to catch everything from mice to pidgeons, and even rabbits before, leaving the entrails on the kitchen floor. but this master predator had no inclination to chase the mouse that showed no fear, or most likely was too young to realise the danger.
explain that.
