Dusty and I are not on speaking terms, at present. I don’t think she’s quite realized this, as she continues to whine at me, even when her food and water bowls are full. This constant whinging, even when there’s nothing to whinge about, really annoys me, and makes me think that we’re right back to where we were before the kittens arrived.
Two days ago, it was a lovely morning out, and I was hanging up the laundry. Dusty came wandering out, rubbed against one of my legs, and then went and sprawled out on the brick. We were just enjoying the sunshine, when that cat moved so fast, I don’t know how she did it. And I never saw the bird coming, I really think it fell from the roof. Not a baby bird, but maybe quite young still? It hit the ground and Dusty was on it in a second.
Of course, I yelled at her, and tried to get her to drop it, but she just ran under the house. I ran around the house, trying to catch up with her. All the way around, and she still wasn’t in sight. Then, I spotted her, and ran under the house, being sure to duck enough to not hit my head. Dusty had paused, but when she saw me still coming, she tore off, and took cover under a mock orange tree. I picked up a rugby football, on the run, and managed to hit my shoulders as I ducked under the hose, coming out from under the house.
Well, I don’t think my aim with a football has ever been good (Frisbee’s my game, remember), but maybe the fact that the football was a bit flat helped, so I could actually get a grip on it. I flung it at the base of the tree, and it went right where I meant it to go. Freaked out by this crazy human, Dusty dropped her prey and ran for her life. I went and found the bird, hoping it had only been stunned. But I think she broke its neck on the initial pounce, so no hope of life in that little creature.
Now, you’ll maybe think I’m crazy for this whole episode, but I don’t care. When she first grabbed it, I got a glimpse of beautifully colored feathers, and thought it wasn’t right for her to snuff out the life of such a lovely animal. Also, one time, Dusty managed to get a live bird into the master bedroom, and we had a time, cleaning up all the feathers, and getting the bird out. I did eventually manage it, by tossing a pillowcase on the poor thing, when it flew down from the rafters.
Yes, I know it’s instinctive for cats to go after birds, so don’t get after me about it. But I still think that as much as that cat whines at me for food, even with her feeding her kittens, she’s stuffed to the brim with food. She doesn’t need a bird to add to her resume. And just the day before, I had seen some feathers on the floor in the master bedroom. So, whether she was bringing some leftover feathers for the kittens to play with, or she couldn’t manage to pick them out of her teeth, I don’t know. She usually wears a bell on her collar, to warn the birds, but she managed to get the collar off, before she had the kittens.
For whatever reason, I will still try and prevent the cat from killing birds. And I was unable to look at her in quite the same way, afterwards. Don’t think I’m squeamish about animals eating animals. I’m not. But with her not being at all hungry, it seemed almost like she was killing that bird for fun. She’s a cat, not a human, I can’t expect her to act like one. I know where the term “a cat and mouse game” comes from.
And because we have two dogs and a cat on the property, I carried the poor kingfisher (my Aussie animal book says it’s a “sacred kingfisher”) out to the field, and left it where our animals (hopefully) wouldn’t find it. I’m sorry, we have enough dried up dead frogs in the yard, I don’t need the dogs chewing on birds for our viewing entertainment, too!
Remembering once more that it was a lovely day, I took some pictures of where I was walking, as I hadn’t walked there since they cleared around the sandalwood trees, several weeks ago. Creates a bit of a different view, wouldn’t you say?