I just realized that my last five or so blogposts have been about my cats - well, Henry specifically. This one is no different, except that it has to do with Eliza.
We let the cats outside for a brief time this afternoon - Henry on a leash, because I didn't want him getting his surgery site in dirt or anything. Eliza went about her normal routine of chomping on some grass.
Suddenly, she darted about ten feet and pounced on a bird. She didn't quite know what to do, but she kept trying to get at it with her mouth, in addition to pouncing. I yelled at DH to get the cat - because I had Henry still with the leash on the deck and didn't want him getting into trouble while I was trying to get the bird away from Eliza. DH ran over and picked Eliza up and brought her into the house.
The poor little bird sat stunned, but alive, on the ground. I got DH a pair of workgloves, so that he could move the poor little sparrow from the open yard into the bushes, where he could recover without getting picked off by a hawk. DH picked him up, and away the little bird flew over the fence and into the trees (although he almost hit the fence on his flight over it).
I was rather surprised that Eliza had any hunting skills left, considering she such a lazy, fat cat. Of course, if she really had skills and wasn't just curious, that little bird would probably have been dead.
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Whoa! Eliza's still razor-sharp!
My Pepper caught a bird once, when she was about 6 mos old. I used to have a birdfeeder and somehow she managed to snag one. She didn't know what to do with it either and I managed to get it out of her mouth before she did any damage. Crazy!
One of the cats I know brings back various live specimens when he can. Lots of moths, occasionally birds, and sometimes really weird things that he shouldn't.
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