Cue the Psycho music..its that time of year. The time that my cats become real predators and bring home their prey to mum. Thanks but no thanks. Yesterday at 6am I got up to half a mouse at the bottom of the stairs (where is the other half?? ugh!). Today I came home to a dead bird.
Okay I get that they can catch things, there is no need for them to present them to me.
However the pits is when they are still alive. Chasing a cat around a house with a bird or mouse in its mouth is no fun. I HAVE to save them though. I cannot bear the thought of them playing with them and the little (except the blackbird which wasn't so little) things suffering. Yes I am nuts but hey I can live with that (most of the time!)
I want to know whats wrong with the fake fluffy ones we buy them? Much more civilised
R
(who left the half mouse for M to pick up....too early for me!)
Day 109
5 years ago
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