"I caught my cat catching bugs and stashing them -- still alive, mind you -- in the clothes dryer"

...

I will be laughing about that one for months. And I thought my cat was quirky!

I've already been sort of bemused for months. It was a lovely fall day, so the door to the deck off of the kitchen was open.

She was carrying in spiders, moths, beetles, a grasshopper, and whatever other crawlies she could carry around.

I was in the other room, and heard her scrabbling around in the kitchen when she'd occasionally drop one - so I walked in to see what she was doing.

She shot me that serious-business, stony, drop-dead cat stare, and just continued with her business . . . which was, apparently, stashing bugs against the winter like some sort of predator-squirrel.

In the dryer.

Heh.

I began then to have the discomfiting feeling that she views ME as food storage against some coming ice-age, foretold in the cat collective unconscious.

Mac's cat : "Must horde nummy things that I'm not fed often."

MC looks around for proper spot. Spots open clothes dryer - "hmm, yes! this will do! If I am lucky it will roast and spin thiem. It's like having a toy that you eat afterwards, like mice except no pukey furry bits afterwards!"

thank goodnees mine don't do this... I hope anyway...