On entering the flat, both cats came to greet me in a manner which I have learned to distrust. It's a sort of "We're here, and we love you, and we want you to come with us now because we have something to show you..." manner. Warily, I followed the cats into the living room. There was a live pigeon on top of the curtain track. Miaowrini was miaowing like mad, running between me and the pigeon, as if to say "I want that one, can you get it down for me, pleease..."
Well, it wasn't easy. The pigeon was too high up for me to drop a towel over it, and when I went to open the curtains it flew back across the room, much to the cats' delight. I managed to open the window, but it blew shut again just as the pigeon tried to fly out, so the poor thing stunned itself on the glass. I got the towel over the bird at that point, and waited for it to calm down (its heart was hammering so hard I could feel it, and Miaowrini's cries of excitement didn't help!) before I let it fly off. The poor bird had been a bit chewed up before it got away, and the state of the living room floor gave testimony to the epic battle which had occurred.
I still marvel at how they got the bird up to the catflap in the first place...
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Dang, Mac. That is amazing! Who knows, perhaps one of your mini-leopards somehow caught the pigeon from behind and then took it inside to show you. Years ago when I lived in Sacramento we had an Irish setter, who was a bit of a klutz. One hot summer day when the temp was well into the 90s the dog was lying on the patio stones on the shaded porch trying to get some relief. He looked comatose, and was completely lying on his side. Not at all at the ready. Some 20 feet away on top of a six foot fence was a pigeon with his back to us, minding his own business. All of a sudden the dog leap up and flew at the fence, and the pigeon made a narrow escape. I had no idea our setter could move that fast from such an inert state. You kettehs, OTOH, live for hunting.
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