Last summer, when I had the pleasure of living with Lou (Andrea and Danny’s cat), he would catch small animals in that way that cats do, inevitably leaving halves of chipmunks on our lawn for us to discover.
It’s a cat thing, what can you do?
The cats *here* do things a little differently. Babul seems to be the only one that has any success at catching things. But he doesn’t *eat* these things he catches, despite the fact that he constantly wanders into my cottage to scavenge for food.
Today he caught a chipmunk and came into my place (followed by my cat) to *play* with the damn thing. He went under the couch so that I couldn’t stop him, so for the first while, I assumed he was dismembering the poor little thing. Which is a little unnerving. But he *didn’t* eat it, he just *played* with the damn thing. Throwing it around and other cat games. When he got bored, Jelaibi would take over playing.
This did not make me happy.
I managed to take the chipmunk away and tossed it under a tree outside and closed the door. But someone who must have seen them scratching at my door, opened it for them and they just brought it back in. The next time, I put it on the other side of the yard, which seemed to work.
Still, it’s a rather disconcerting way to spend half of my day.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment