Monday, April 06, 2009

The season's second kill

Yesterday was a day of highs and lows. The first half of the day (getting ready for church, going to Sunday School, church itself) was as good as it gets. By afternoon, however, I was in a bit of a funk. One of the funk-contributors was the aftermath of Al (aka "the killer cat") and his evil ways natural desire to please us with his prowess.

He laid this treasure outside of the sun room door, then meowed and meowed and meowed to be let in. I wish I knew how to respond to discourage this behavior in him. I know he's a cat and he's doing what comes naturally, but I am not looking forward to spending the summer dealing with dead animals. Here we can see the shriveled corpse of a frog (probably the 1st kill, set free and didn't make it, if I had to guess).

Here is the Killer Cat lurking, waiting. I watched him stalk a bird, quietly slipping into the dwarf bamboo that grows near the would-be-(will-be-when-it's-put-back-together) pond. I shouted "Al, no!" and the sparrow was spared, but it's only a matter of time. His instincts are strong.

I guess I should be grateful. With Spring here, he has quit attacking me as I walk blissfully through the house, unaware that I'm being stalked by the Killer Cat.

1 comment:

Cha Cha said...

I adore that you posted photos of Al's trophies. I only wish there was a way for me to capture via photography the stench that is clinging to Foxie Doxie - I don't know what he rolled in, and I probably don't want to know. Yay, spring.