Don’t I Feed You Enough??
Feline love. I have the front door opened and the outer storm door closed to let more sunlight in. I look up from my lunch to see the neighborhood calico on my doorstep looking in. So I walk over thinking she would like some food and maybe some fresh water. But…no. She’s presented me with another offering of dead bird…the fourth one in two weeks. Feathers are everywhere on my front porch, and the fresh kill right on my doorstep.
As I open the door she fixes me with that unnervingly steady cat gaze. Where’s all that cat food coming from…how come I never see you kill anything…here, let me show you how it’s done…
Yes dear…I know you love me. Another one I have to give a proper burial to in my garden. As I wrap the bird up I wonder if Klingons leave the dead bodies of their enemies at the doors of their boy/girl friends as a token of love…
April 11th, 2018 at 4:25 am
Yes, she fears that you do not know how to hunt and feed yourself. So maybe you need to get a bag of cat food, and chase it around the yard with a stick, poke and beat it to death and then drain it into her bowl in front of her. Show her you know how to hunt.
One of my kitties brought me another mouse the other day. He deposited it on my bed. Thanks, but I have a rule: No eating in bed.
April 11th, 2018 at 3:51 pm
Now I need to figure out a way of YouTubing me chasing a bag of cat food around the yard and killing it for her as an example to other cat owners. Maybe I could dress up someone’s Roomba vacuum cleaner in a bag of cat food. Or some RC car. Or better yet…a RC drone so she could think it was some large cat food bird I was attacking.