We sat down for a meal (unusual, it's normally TV dinners round here) and I noticed Natalie looking like she was about to pounce on Nathan. I called to R to look out of the window, and we realised that he had something in his paws. A whitish, furryish something.
A mouse! One of our cats has finally caught a mouse!
We have mice, and can hear them scratching around in the walls. It would be good if the cats could catch a mouse, from time to time.
But then, mice aren't really very white, are they?
He began tossing and throwing this furryish object in the air, Natalie standing nearby looking extremely jealous.
I decided to go and investigate. Fortunately, he didn't run off with his prey and I got close enough to see that it wasn't a mouse. It was a little brown bird.
We have lots of birds in our garden, and we're particularly proud of the blue tit babies that are fledging and a pair of bullfinches that stop by from time to time. So far, we've not noticed the cats even paying much attention to the birds. Until now.
I think it was a sparrow, and it was dead. Nathan seemed to be quite enjoying gnawing it and playing with it, which was rather vile.
We were sort of impressed he caught something, as we didn't think he'd have it in him, and also really quite sad that a bird had died. I just hope the baby blue tits stay off the ground as they have been. Fingers crossed.
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