This is my mighty hunter perched on the windowsill, with her head through the cat door flap, surveying her territory. Five pounds of Queen of the Apartment Complex.
Yes, my kitty reverted to her jungle roots once again. She burst through her little cat door in the window with a bird in her mouth.
I yelled and threw my jacket at her.
It worked—she dropped the bird.
I chased the cat and actually caught her then walked out the front door and onto the deck still clutching her in my arms.
Now what do I do with her!?
My neighbors saw me, asked what I was doing, and when I told them about the bird, they laughed at me. I threatened to toss her over the railing, but no one believed me.
Still clutching the cat, I went back inside and spotted the bird now fluttering around the furniture. The cat went nuts trying to get out of my arms. I tossed the cat in the bathroom and firmly closed the door.
Al and I are now cheering for the non-dead bird flitting around the living room and laughing at the cat yowling from behind the bathroom door.
The poor bird finally found its way out through the open storm door. I watched it fly down into the parking lot. It was stunned, but it did fly away to safety.
We let the cat out of the bathroom and laughed as she hunted around the furniture, sniffing behind every piece of furniture and knick-knack that the bird had landed upon. It really was amazing to wonder just how the cat only checked the places that the bird had been. Just how much scent could that bird have left in just the few moments of flitting around the room and briefly landing on random furniture?
And the cat actually sulked for a few days. She would NOT come near either of us. Did not want us to pet her, would not answer when we called.
But don’t worry, a few days later she found a mouse.
Sigh.
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