Christmas in July??
My first cat was called Nisa (no not the cheap food store - its Thai for 'the moon' apparently). Her breed was Korat (posh thai breed) and she was loud, sometimes vicious and totally bonkers.

Nisa used to love hunting and bringing home sweet presents for the household. She brought us a robin at christmas....she didnt kill it or hurt it atall it seemed, just brought it into the house so it could shed its feathers all over our (pre christmas dinner) kitchen. Cue my mum being slightly miffed and the cat being VERY proud of herself for the surprise present.

One July, very early morning theres a hugh thud on my bedroom window....wtf i think, and promptly forget about it and go back to sleep. Getting up a few hours later i open my curtains to see a perfect dusty outline of a large bird (complete with facial features, well bird faced features, almost like it was drawn there) Upon going downstairs i found a (very big) sparrow hawk, dead in the same position as the outline on my window - apparently it had killed itself outright, and Nisa almost pinned to the glass of the patio door, wanting to get out and look at it before someone came and stole her prize. Not being one to miss an opportunity, she sat beside it (until i got help to move the recently deceased) and looked decidedly pleased with herself. She seemed convinced it was a present from the family for her previous dedication to bringing us creatures. She was my best friend for those few minutes while I tried to decide if i needed to call a nature reserve and tell them or something - in the end i decided it had no identity ring so was prob not necessary for me to fess up to bird death by misadventure. I think when i got back to pick it up she was trying to decide where to chew first...really, she was kitten sized her whole life this thing was one and a half times bigger than her!

The next christmas we got a sparrow :D

Cats xxx
( catswhiskers the cats mother, Mon 11 Jun 2007, 19:52, Reply)