Yes, he's ended up with 2 names, but I suppose it's not quite as bad as Digby, who is actually sort of semi officially Digby Kevin Wilberforce Hudson the Third, not that there was ever a first or second, but you know how these things sort of evolve
Aaaaaanyway, the youngster is proving to be a devil for the birds, feathered variety unfortunately. I keep them both in a prime times, i.e. dusk and dawn, but the current routine means feeding at around 7.15am, kitchen window then left open while I go and shower, so that after brekkers they can go out and "stretch their legs".
On Sunday I came down after tea in bed to find the youngster in the kitchen with a very dead robin. I swear there were more feathers spread across the floor than were ever attached to the poor bird, and they were a devil to sweep up.
Tonight I came in from work and as a good
cat owner feline servant, fed the boys, leaving the window open for them (one had been in all day, the other out, still not sure who was the most aggrieved) before nipping upstairs to change and have a short phone conversation with Mr P.
Came down not 10 minutes later to find the remains of a starling on the kitchen floor, plus the unwanted presence of Fraidy from next door. (I'm not one to judge a book by it's cover, but I swear the older that cat gets, the uglier he looks, a face with an expression like a bulldog licking vinegar off a stinging nettle, and that's the polite version!) Digby was in the kitchen, as was Fraidy, Oliver Sprout on the outside of the open window, sitting on the sill.
No-one seemed to want to claim ownership of the starling, not that I was surprised, from the look of it it might have been a very old one who had decided on an avian approach to Dignitas and wandered of it's own free will into the waiting jaws of the nearest cat.
I shouted at Fraidy, who jumped up ready to escape through the open window, but appeared a bit reluctant to take the final step as his path was blocked by Oliver Sprout, in full feline ninja mode, back arched, poised on tip-paws, extra tail swishing for optimum leap and balance, with appropriate noises just to show how full-on his training was . (I think he may have a black collar qualification in Catarte, or perhaps Tabby Kwon Do, somewhat lesser known martial arts, but without checking back through the paperwork from Cat's Protection, I can't be sure)
Anyway, dustpan and brush deployed, general admonishments ministered, glass of wine poured and normal service was resumed.
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