Heather e-mailed me reporting she had found a bird carcass in the apartment this morning. We agreed that it is way better to find the body than to try and save them as they're frantically bashing into windows and such and all the cats are kill mode.
When Pony was just little another neighbourhood cat taught him how to hunt. It was obvious that they were in cahoots. The other cat never came by to eat or try and move in - it was purely a professional relationship. I have a great picture of him with one of his first kills but the photo is at home. I thought I'd put up a couple of other cute ones of my boy.
Another time Arthur had a poor little bird in the house. I valiantly tried to save it. I managed to pick him up and put him back in the tree outside my apartment. Alas, it was all in vain. Arthur nimbly jumped up into the tree and grabbed him. Bye bye birdie...
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