My Unexpected "Gift"

This morning I was all set to write about the book that I'm reading "Welcoming Spirit Home", written by Sobonfu E. Some when my cat caught a bird. Mind you this cat is eight years old and he sits daily in the garden with the feathered friends. We've not had this kind of occurence for at least four years and last time it was, unfortunately, a squirrel. He's very proud of himself; once I got over my initial shock (I yelled "DROP IT") I was able to calm down and congratulate him. As I write this he is standing at the back door wishing to come in and share his good fortune with our other cat, I think not.

Our other cat just happens to be his "wife" and she's not allowed to go outside. Two years ago I spent the better part of four weeks trying to get her back in the last time she went out. Apparently she gets outside and then completely forgets anything but crying and trying to run and hide. Last time she lost a considerable amount of weight and I tried everything to get herback in; staying up late and and trying to coax her in (she wouldn't come out by day), treats and finally the TRAP. I think she felt sorry for me and finally gave up, walking back in of her own accord. She might have been thinking "Hmm, all this for me? They really do love me..."

Meanwhile he's still out there with his sparrow in his mouth. Sorry, I just checked on him, he's eating it. Where's the kitty toothpaste?