|11:06 am - Cats and doves|
Hiro has an obsession.
For hours he crouches behind the catflap, spying through the plastic see-through flap on a wood pigeon that feasts on the grains and seeds that have fallen down from the birdfeeder. That feeder hangs out of cat-reach, but only small birds like finches and titmouses (titmice?) can feed from it. And they do so messily, under the feeder there is a green patch of sprouting grains
Last year one of my cats had caught a dove while I was away. When I came back, the hallway was littered with feathers, and Micah, our youngest cat, was sitting in the middle of the mess looking guilty. I swept all feathers up but couldn’t find the dove itself. Until I saw Micah sneaking out of the litterbox, dragging the half-plucked body with his teeth with him. That was about the only place I hadn’t thought to look.
Still, I don’t think this dove will end up as catfood. As soon as Hiro starts to make his move, which necessarily means going noisily through the catflap, the bird has flown.