Presents from a Cat

Photos below may not be suitable for the squeamish

Sheebee has proven herself to be a hunter with prowess to rival even Twiggy. It was a beautiful Saturday morning when I looked out on the patio and found Sheebee playing with a mouse. She flipped it in the air, caught it in her paws and rolled around with it. She would then toss it in the air again. This time when it landed she regally went to lay next to it but to completely ignore it at the same time. Then the mood would strike and she would start to toss it around again. I was fine with letting her play with it. The mouse was already dead so she wasn’t hurting it. But when she decided to start having it as a snack, I made Hubby go out and throw it in the trash. In case that idea worries you we have great big sealed city trash cans and she would never get it in there.

Sheebee carrying her mouse around the patio.

I think Shebee took this as a personal challenge as it wasn’t long before I looked out to find her playing with a bird. Many times we have wished that we could have a bird feeder but with our girls it wouldn’t be right. I always make sure Twiggy’s collar has a bell on it. The birds deserve a fighting chance at least! Sheebee was so proud of herself. Two kills in one day.

Sheebee also caught a bird

Twiggy must have heard the ruckus or sensed that someone else was having gourmet treats because the next time I looked out on the patio Twiggy had taken the bird away from Sheebee. Sheebee just laid there quietly and watched Twiggy play. I think Sheebee knows she is a guest. It would have been rude not to share.

Twiggy guards the bird as Shebee looks on.

About Kc

Kc is the Mom to 3 cats and lives in sunny Southern California. The Cat Freeway runs through her backyard and brings with it lots of guest cats and the occasional opossum and lizard!
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2 Responses to Presents from a Cat

  1. Penny says:

    My cat used to leave me the mouse head on my front door mat. Guess she loved me and save me, in her mind, the best part! (You know, fish heads are a delicacy.

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