Good afternoon my dears.
My two lovely black and white cats - a boy and a girl - are the lights of my life. However their excellent hunting skills, despite the bells on their safety collars, often result in poor dead creatures brought indoors. Today was a double whammy. A lovely wee mouse flattened on the hall rug, and a beautiful robin in the middle of the kitchen floor. It looked alive, poor wee thing. God bless the poor wee things, sweet lost innocents just trying to survive in a harsh world. This is the downside of keeping cats or any natural predator.
I adore my adopted kitties; they've made my life so much happier. The first time the girl caught and killed a bird - her first, ever - she leapt on my bed and dropped it a foot from my knee, looking at me proudly. She was so upset when I gently removed it - she searched the bedding and made shrill cries as if to say, where's it gone? They offer them as precious gifts, to show their love.
The upside of their skill at hunting is that, were they ever to get lost or accidentally locked out (heaven forbid), they'd be able to hunt for food to stay alive.
So sad though about that sweet wee mouse and the gorgeous robin x