This is Smoke. She adopted me at the vet’s office several years ago.
She is quite the hunter, while Abby, our lap kitty, prefers demanding cat treats and sleeping upside down in one of several spots around the house or in a convenient lap.
This morning my husband came downstairs to start the morning – feeding animals, starting coffee, etc, while I took a quick shower.
Smoke tried to dash into the house from the garage. She had a sparrow type of bird in her mouth. A lot of thrashing around ensued, with my husband coming out the winner, but having landed on the garage steps on his rear end, and having scraped his arm in the attempt.
My husband is all right, thank goodness. The cat is okay, too, and is enjoying time in my husband’s lap as I type.
We have agreed – or at least he SAID he agreed – that next time this kind of thing happens, he should let the cat win the fight and we’ll deal with the bird, or mouse, or vole, or mole, or whatever TOGETHER, and that his parts are much more important than the annoyance of Bird Hunter Smoke bringing wildlife inside….
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