I am torn between horror and pity.

I have a stuffed cat that is often times used to play with my little Boo-kitty. The toy is only nine-inches long which is about half the length of Boo. Most of the time I hold it and shake it about and let the Boozer have at it like it was a mouse.

(Probably bad training if I ever wanted to introduce another cat to him but it is so much fun.)

Yesterday, I caught Boo carrying the stuffed cat around in his mouth and making strange mewing noises. As I continued to watch, pleased that he was playing with the toy himself, I noticed he kept positioning himself oddly over the toy as though he were preparing to urinate on it.

I dismissed it thinking my imagination was simply playing tricks with me.

As the minutes kept dragging by, I noticed the movements were the same. He would drag the stuffed cat around a bit, set it on the ground, step over it until he was on top of it, then "position" himself. Then it dawned on me...

OH MY GOD! MY CAT IS TRYING TO RAPE THAT TOY!

Not humping. There was no humping. Humping is different. He was literally trying to mount it and even did that whole biting down on the stuffed toy's neck (I know they do that coz that is what my neighbour's cats used to do in my driveway).

Unfortunately, because that stuffed cat is so much smaller than Boo, he could not get it quite far down enough to be effective while biting it. And when he decided to forgo the biting, well, nothing happened. It is as though he was expecting the toy cat to take over from that (lazy-ass bitch of a cat!). More than anything, I think it was simply that there was nothing to actually do for anything to happen.

That was yesterday. He has since attempted to mount the damn thing three times.

The part where I am horrified is... well... imagine if you one day walked into a room and found your baby trying to do it with a blow-up doll. Your baby who has been snipped. Oh, and also, I have always imagined that stuffed toy to be male.

The pity part is that he is quite obviously horny enough to want to do it with a stuffed animal. Poor thing. Now I sort of wish he had some kind of feline companionship.