Friday, May 29, 2009

 

I don't need this much love

Beverly, 8 pounds of incredible predatory kittie, started hollering "meow" at me. I have found it wise to go find out what she wants when that happens.
There, in the dining room, she had brought me a young dead possum. I made the appropriate horrified noises and got the dustpan and broom and trash can.
The dead possum woke up and ran. I hollered "meow" and the dogs arrived. Jeffory wanted to chase it, but Gator grabbed it before it made it under the fridge and bit it. Then he put it down and went away. Gator is hard to excite.

I think Beverly is going to quit bringing me prey. I have not reacted in a respectful way to the rat, the grackle and the possum. She went ahead and killed the mouse. I think she figured it wasn't a worthy treat. She just eats the little birds under my bed, but i thought I rescued the second grackle she brought in. I tried to put it back outside, but Jeffory caught it and bit it.

Beverly is getting back at all birds for the loss of her roomies.

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