And that’s a very good question.
Is it the cold?
Is it the rain?
… the constant supply of dead rats left outside the door by Asperger’s Cat.
My guess is they’re coming closer to the house as the food supply out in the yard and the barns dwindles and they’re met by sleek ginger death before they realise what’s going on. Or maybe they just want a cuddle to keep warm.
Thing is, some equivalent of an anthropologist reckons cats don’t bring you dead rodents and shit as presents at all; rather they do it because they feel sorry for you. They apparently grok you’re a crap hunter and they don’t want you to starve to death.
Now, two things come to mind here.
The first is obvious: how the fuck can he possibly know this? It’s not like you can sit down ask the cat, is it?
Well, you can, but you don’t get much of an answer. I have never, ever had a cat speak to me (my ex’s ex-husband-to-be did have a parrot once, though, and it used to speak. It would cackle, “Where’s my fruit?”, over and over again until it drove Rosie mad to the point of getting off her arse to fetch him some, but I digress).
And the second is cats are such evil, uncaring creatures they wouldn’t care if you starved to death or not. Dogs are always happy to see you, never hold a grudge, and would give their lives for you; cats, on the other hand, are vicious, selfish little shitbags that hate everyone.
So I reckon he’s making it up.
Asperger’s Cat isn’t leaving presents.
Asperger’s Cat isn’t feeding us.
The truth is, Asperger’s Cat just likes killing things and leaving their disembowelled corpses for others to clean up.
No matter how these appear, they always act true to their nature.