Its all about the birds and the....er cats

I don't think I like that murderous glint in her eye ;-)


So as most of you know my little kitty is quite the huntress (much to the dismay of my mother whos is avidly anti-hunting). She has left dead mice on the porch and has brought live lizards in the house to play with and I am sure she would bring me a gopher if she could manage to catch one of the buggers. Last week I noticed a dead bird lying next to my car. I thought nothing of it knowing in the back of my mind that she probably killed it. Why she wouldn't actually eat what she kills is beyond me (probably because she gets to much "free" food in the house catching the critter is actually more of a game to keep her from getting bored)....but I digress. Yesterday we let her out to play and my dad and I were discussing her latest habit of hiding in the plants under the waterfall on the deck in wait of the little finches who come to bath in the water. As we watched she reached up and got some tail feathers of a fortunate birdie who managed to get away. About two hours later I was in my room watching T.V. when I hear my mom let out a screech. She was screaming "she's got a bird she's got a bird." She threw open the door and my cat looked at her with this bird hanging out of her mouth and took off running off the porch and into the meadow. My mom kept screaming so I threw on some shoes and took off after her into the yard. I knew this bird was already gone, but I caught up with her and reached out to pick up the bird. It was still alive (barely) and as I searched for puncture wounds I saw a couple of drops of blood on my fingers. There was nothing that we could do for this bird. My cat at this time was thrilled that I was there. She kept weaving in and out of my legs as if to say "see momma...didn't I do a good job...why are you guys yelling at me? can I have my birdie back?" Well, the bird died in my hand and of course my cat didn't want to actually eat it so we gave it a garbage can burial. Now my mom doesn't want to let my baby out, and Ree Ree doesn't understand what it is she did wrong and is not appreciating being cooped up. In addition to having tons of birds taunting her through the window (she is probably on the birdie mafia's list) she has my mom's new kitten Ally (who she hates) to annoy her all day long. She certainly did not look pleased when she walked in the room to find what is pictured below. I've seen what Ree can do to birds and mice, I think Ally shouldn't be so cocky, don't you think?