dirtlooter
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- Relic Hunting
Well, I am still busy with this house move business, looks like it will be a while getting the most of it done. I gave up on finding my hearing aids and glasses (were in a small tupperware bowel) and am getting new ones. Anyways, I am outside working on more separation piles to be hauled off to the metal salvage yard for cash and to clean up the place. Suddenly I have this cat show up that seems to be demanding to be fed. We have a couple of feral cats that come by but are gone in a flash when they spot you but this one is very friendly.
She, of course it is a female, won't shut up and so I finally go inside and get her some scraps and then I go back to work. Now, I have been wanting an outside cat to help with the mice and the darn pack rats that live so thick here around the mountain. So if this one sticks around and does the job, great and I didn't have to go looking for one. The third day she is demanding food again but we don't have any scraps that a cat will eat. I remembered that there was nearly a while bag of dog food in the carport so I get a handful and set it out for her and she eats it.
That was two weeks ago and yesterday I was busy fixing an outdoor light for the backyard when the cat proudly walks up to me and plops down a chipmunk. My hands are full as I am re-wiring a new light in place but she is very proud of her catch and wants me to see it. I look down and say something to her and can see that the chipmunk is still very much alive. The chipmunk makes a break for it but doesn't get far as she begins the normal cat play with the prey thing. I get done and she presents to me a now limp chipmunk and then goes over to her food dish and waits. So I give her a little bit of food and I go back to work. She waits until after the wife sees her prize and then she eats it. Well, I know that she is a hunter and will be catching all kinds of critters, its what they do and I am happy.
I had already found a young rat the week before so she should be just fine. My parents had a similar color one(a male) that they called Killer so I decided to call this one Killerett. This morning, Killerett comes walking proudly to me with a bird that she had caught and made a point of getting right in front of my feet before dropping it. She talked for a moment, reliving the experience I guess and then hurried off to eat her prize. One less bird to our feeders but oh well, we have lots of them coming in. It is kind of nice to have a cat again, outside.
She, of course it is a female, won't shut up and so I finally go inside and get her some scraps and then I go back to work. Now, I have been wanting an outside cat to help with the mice and the darn pack rats that live so thick here around the mountain. So if this one sticks around and does the job, great and I didn't have to go looking for one. The third day she is demanding food again but we don't have any scraps that a cat will eat. I remembered that there was nearly a while bag of dog food in the carport so I get a handful and set it out for her and she eats it.
That was two weeks ago and yesterday I was busy fixing an outdoor light for the backyard when the cat proudly walks up to me and plops down a chipmunk. My hands are full as I am re-wiring a new light in place but she is very proud of her catch and wants me to see it. I look down and say something to her and can see that the chipmunk is still very much alive. The chipmunk makes a break for it but doesn't get far as she begins the normal cat play with the prey thing. I get done and she presents to me a now limp chipmunk and then goes over to her food dish and waits. So I give her a little bit of food and I go back to work. She waits until after the wife sees her prize and then she eats it. Well, I know that she is a hunter and will be catching all kinds of critters, its what they do and I am happy.
I had already found a young rat the week before so she should be just fine. My parents had a similar color one(a male) that they called Killer so I decided to call this one Killerett. This morning, Killerett comes walking proudly to me with a bird that she had caught and made a point of getting right in front of my feet before dropping it. She talked for a moment, reliving the experience I guess and then hurried off to eat her prize. One less bird to our feeders but oh well, we have lots of them coming in. It is kind of nice to have a cat again, outside.
