A strange episode yesterday involving my cat ...
My cat Freedom, who was five years old this April, is an outside cat who likes to hunt. She doesn't do it like she did when she was younger, though, but occasionally you see the evidence of a "kill". Yesterday afternoon my daughter was outside and she came running in the house to tell me, "Mom! Freedom's walking across the yard and she has a bird in her mouth, holding it by the wing! It's a starling, though, so it's okay." I said, "She does? She's probably trying to tell me it's time to feed her." I was just joking, but Eler Beth said she'd go feed her, and when she left I said to myself, "No, if she had meant it to get my attention and tell me it was time for dinner she would have caught a song bird, not a starling." I'd hardly finished the thought when Eler Beth ran in again and said that when Freedom came closer to her she could see that it wasn't a starling, but something else, maybe a mourning dove, so Eler Beth, a lover of birds (except starlings!) yelled, "NO Freedom!" and threw the catfood at her! Freedom dropped the bird, and IT FLEW AWAY!!!!!
I'm glad she didn't kill it, since it wasn't a starling. Maybe she WAS just trying to tell me it was time for dinner.
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