A Couple of Kitty Stories

It's bird season for my kitties. Living next to the woods, there are birds everywhere chirping, flying about and nesting. And it's not unusual for the kitties to catch a bird once in a while - that is their main occupation in the summertime. I hate it when they do this, but I have to remember that they are cats. I walked out of the garage one day and there on the ground before me was a little hill of gravel...like a little kitty paw would create - scraping up the gravel in all directions to form a hill. I gave the pile of gravel a little kick with my foot and underneath was a dead bird. I was glad someone decided to bury the little bird instead of eating it.


I was planting flowers in the backyard a few days ago and observed that Teddy was alerted to something in the trees up the hill. I saw him slowly and quietly creep out of sight toward his target as I continued my work. Before long I heard a scuffling in the underbrush and looked up to see Teddy running as fast as he could to the garage with something in his mouth. I also saw a bird flying just above Teddy's head, chasing him and chirping loudly. I dropped my shovel to go see if I could rescue the poor victim. As I rounded the corner of the house on the way to the garage I found a baby bird laying in the grass. I picked it up and could feel it's heart beating furiously and the poor little creature actually threw up in my hand. I can understand that...being carried in the teeth of a large running cat must be pretty upsetting. By some miracle the little bird was unharmed. While I had it in my hand I gave it a couple drops of water to help it revive and then I took it back up the hill near to where I heard the scuffling. The little bird wasn't the only one who was traumatized...after dropping it, Teddy narrowing escaped a very mad mother bird by running into the garage where he hid for a couple of hours.