I have to admire cats that can find their own living, even though I am very
fond of birdwatching and that's why I didn't want any cats and would never
have chosen to have one.  No choice, though, as they chose me..
When I first noticed BF, he was following Kitty around everywhere, copying
everything that she did, like she was his mother.  I assumed he lived
elsewhere and was just visiting.
Whether he left his home because he became attached to Kitty, or was
completely lost, I will never know.  I've said before that he has an
expensive collar on and I was sad that he proved not to be microchipped so I
could tell his first family where he was.
I think BF is learning to hunt through Kitty's example.  I took his first
collared dove off him a few weeks ago because he had it in his mouth and
didn't know what to do.  I tried to medicate and save it but it didn't work.
The last one I saw him with, I left him to get on with. with a sad heart.
Wings on the kitchen carpet when I came home.  I hated the way it blinked at
me seeming to say "save me" because I knew it was no good to try.
Kitty did not approve today of her lovely pouch of cat food - beef in gravy.
Cats do not eat cows, she said.
While she was poorly she ate everything I gave her.  Now she feels better
she wants *real* food that she can catch herself.
Another dove bit the dust :-(
How can this tiny cat, and at her great age too, do what she does?

I really do have to admire the old girl.

Tweed