liveonearth (liveonearth) wrote,

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The Cat Chronicles: Three Birds and a Bell

This morning Shakti on Four Paws caught another grey bird, which went in the trash. Then I went on a hike and was gone for about 3 hours. When I got home she had a dead red-headed bird, and fresh grey bird, still fighting. She would pin it to the carpet, and then let go the same way she does a toy. Released, the bird would take flight for the window. The window was only open a crack, and because the feathered creature possessed only a birdbrain, it would fly into the glass every time. Shakti the huntress would jump up and nail it against the glass, and take it in her teeth back to the carpet. I witnessed two cycles of this vicious game before I figured out the solution. I opened the window all the way, and the next time the kitten let the bird go, it flew out the window and left her stunned.

Moments later I had recovered her collar with the bell from my side table drawer. I had to let the collar out a couple of inches from the last time that I had it on her. She hates it. Now she is trying to get it off. She will, too. I am sure that I will have to find a more secure collar for this kitten. She is born to hunt in silence.

I do not mind her huntress nature, but I do not enjoy the scene of carnage in my room. She must have tormented the red-headed bird for a long time, because its blood was smeared on my kitchen floor, and there were feathers EVERYWHERE. I have vacuumed twice today already. Shakti is pissed. She will get madder, and she will never accept wearing a bell. Is there a better solution?
Tags: birds, carnivores, cats, shakti

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