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Feb. 1st, 2011 08:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
llywelaHeard a funny noise in the hall this evening, just as I was about to dish up my dinner, and, upon investigation, found young Alfred the Great sitting on the front door mat merrily ripping feathers off a dead pigeon! Now that's a step up from the live mouse he brought home a few weeks back!
Luckily, he still hasn't realised that you can actually bite into the creatures you catch. He hates meat, so wouldn't dream of trying to eat his catch. He just sees them as toys. This is good because it meant there wasn't any blood for me to clean up - merely a corpse to dispose of and many, many feathers to catch and bin!
That's one live mouse and one dead pigeon to Alfie's name now - he's doing much better than Poppy, who has never caught a thing in her life, bless her. I very much doubt that he actually killed the pigeon, though - it's far more likely that he found it dead and simply brought it home to show me. We get a lot of dead pigeons around the railway bridge nearby, which is a popular suicide spot for the wretched things. Seriously. They just fly straight into it and bang, they're dead. This one had no visible injuries, so I suspect that's what happened to it: broken neck and Alfie took full advantage.
Live mouse, dead pigeon...if it weren't for the food phobia, you might almost be forgiven for thinking he was a real cat!
Just what I needed to liven up my evening, eh!
Luckily, he still hasn't realised that you can actually bite into the creatures you catch. He hates meat, so wouldn't dream of trying to eat his catch. He just sees them as toys. This is good because it meant there wasn't any blood for me to clean up - merely a corpse to dispose of and many, many feathers to catch and bin!
That's one live mouse and one dead pigeon to Alfie's name now - he's doing much better than Poppy, who has never caught a thing in her life, bless her. I very much doubt that he actually killed the pigeon, though - it's far more likely that he found it dead and simply brought it home to show me. We get a lot of dead pigeons around the railway bridge nearby, which is a popular suicide spot for the wretched things. Seriously. They just fly straight into it and bang, they're dead. This one had no visible injuries, so I suspect that's what happened to it: broken neck and Alfie took full advantage.
Live mouse, dead pigeon...if it weren't for the food phobia, you might almost be forgiven for thinking he was a real cat!
Just what I needed to liven up my evening, eh!
