Dig. That was a heck of an effort. I guess it is easy to write about what you know.
My mother was a cat lover, my dad a bird-dog type who eventually became more of an observer than a killer. I used to watch my mom try and keep her cats from eating the birds she would feed.
Last week for the first time I saw this cat catch a pretty good-sized bird. I thought it was a pretty good improvement from what previously looked like a gecko and avo diet. It was somewhat amusing to watch him size up the unfazed rooster and then realize maybe he was in trouble himself.
Anyways, I fed him enough to keep him hunting for vermin, although I see he still has an interest in the song bird. I'll let you know how it plays out. The fact I now feel an obligation to get him or her fixed also becomes an issue.
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