I opened the front door after work a couple days ago and something strange was in the hallway… lots of little things. Feathers!!
Sasha has proven her worth as a mouser … there is a really freaky mouse experience from a few months ago that I’m not going to share here because having shared it at work, it really did freak someone out and I felt bad. Suffice to say, it left me with a feeling I didn’t enjoy for several days after!
Anyway, I assumed that being a good mouser wasn’t necessarily leading to a bird hunter. We have lovely natives around our section quite a lot which I just love. So when I saw the dark feathers through the hall I was pretty devastated. I couldn’t work out what had happened to the bird though and assumed it was a little sparrow that had been eaten. Our last cat, Sam, did that in his peak.
And then I walked into the laundry.
And behind the door………..
OMG!! The body. It wasn’t a native – thank goodness… but man!! It was quite a large bird. And it was in my laundry. And it was dead. 😦
I have no idea how Sasha got the bird into the laundry through the cat door – and clearly the poor thing put up a fight. I cleaned up the mess, said a few things and popped the bird away.
WHAT am I going to do to stop our little cat from murdering the natives???