09-14-2017, 09:29 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-14-2017, 09:49 PM by Drunk Monk.)
How's Halvah doing?
Our current cat woes are of a different sort.
Tara's cat, which she got a year ago with her own money and will leave with us next week when she starts up at UCSD, has grown into a murderous beast. She came with the name Dawn, but we've nicknamed her Shiva, a grey striped cat that can be oddly clumsy at times. She has been on a sanguinous rampage all summer.
It began with a squirrel she brought in alive. That was discovered in Tara's room and it took all my fencing skill to coax it into a box to get it out. Then there was the live bird in Stacy's room, a gorgeous golden finch (I think). Then a mole or some kind of rodent - that one was in bits. There were a few of those. Then what Stacy thought was a hummingbird. It was lying on the dining table and Stacy thought it was another rodent. She covered it with a towel but it slowly crawled out and then flew away when she wasn't looking. A few days ago, Stacy came home to the bungalow tossed - she thought it was burglarized until she heard the bird in Tara's room. She opened the window so it could escape. There were tiny feathers everywhere. I probably missed a few.
A few hours ago she came in then fled out when she heard me coming. I peeked at her in the yard and she had a hummingbird. How the heck does she catch hummingbirds? They are so fast and generally don't fly that low.
She's belled. We belled her after the first kill. Two loud bells - I can hear her circling the bungalow. Can't figure out how she muffles them to hunt.
She's still a 'teen' - Stacy is starting to fear her. I share my cheese and salmon with her and still think I have the advantage of reach coupled with deceptive tactics. But I'm getting tired of serving as her cleaner. So many bodies.
Should we add more bells?
Our current cat woes are of a different sort.
Tara's cat, which she got a year ago with her own money and will leave with us next week when she starts up at UCSD, has grown into a murderous beast. She came with the name Dawn, but we've nicknamed her Shiva, a grey striped cat that can be oddly clumsy at times. She has been on a sanguinous rampage all summer.
It began with a squirrel she brought in alive. That was discovered in Tara's room and it took all my fencing skill to coax it into a box to get it out. Then there was the live bird in Stacy's room, a gorgeous golden finch (I think). Then a mole or some kind of rodent - that one was in bits. There were a few of those. Then what Stacy thought was a hummingbird. It was lying on the dining table and Stacy thought it was another rodent. She covered it with a towel but it slowly crawled out and then flew away when she wasn't looking. A few days ago, Stacy came home to the bungalow tossed - she thought it was burglarized until she heard the bird in Tara's room. She opened the window so it could escape. There were tiny feathers everywhere. I probably missed a few.
A few hours ago she came in then fled out when she heard me coming. I peeked at her in the yard and she had a hummingbird. How the heck does she catch hummingbirds? They are so fast and generally don't fly that low.
She's belled. We belled her after the first kill. Two loud bells - I can hear her circling the bungalow. Can't figure out how she muffles them to hunt.
She's still a 'teen' - Stacy is starting to fear her. I share my cheese and salmon with her and still think I have the advantage of reach coupled with deceptive tactics. But I'm getting tired of serving as her cleaner. So many bodies.
Should we add more bells?
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