
My kitties tend to stay inside a bit more. And that is good for all concerned. Yesterday I was sitting in the living room and thought I saw a bird fly across the yard down low...and thought it was the size of a blackbird or robin, but I haven't been seeing any. I got up and looked out the window and didn't see anything.
So I went outside to have a better look, and it was Puss Puss aka The Princess with a little bitty bird. She took off like lightening with me right behind her...I chased her around to the back and got her cornered and she let go of the bird and it flew away. I did not get a good look, but was so afraid it was a wren.
I sometimes wish I didn't like cats so well, or that they would all be as lazy as my original Cougar was...he sure didn't spend much time hunting. But they are not. I still love them, though, and cannot imagine life without them. Every night, my new Cougar comes and cries and wants me to sit down and hold him for a while. It is so relaxing.
And heaven forbid I go in and find one on the bed of the day...I just have to lay down with it for a few minutes.
However, there are the times around 11:00 or midnight, when they are outside and come to the door. I get up to let whichever one it is in, and they turn around and go the other way. They are wanting me to come outside with them. Here about a month ago, Cougar did me that way at least half a dozen times....Roger was laughing at me. And him.
So, after Roger went to bed, Bubbie wanted out about the time Cougar was at the window again. So I let Bubbie out, and went outside talking to him and not paying Cougar any attention...I got close enough to Cougar that time and snatched him and brought him in.
And then there are the times it is raining, or supposed to rain and I am out searching the yard and surrounding area at midnight trying to get them all rounded up and inside. I call myself the cat herder...