Bluebird Morning

Adam opens the back door first thing in the morning and our outside cat that comes in sometimes, when she's lucky, bursts through the door with a bluebird in her mouth, that by the way is still alive. She runs through the laundry room, in the picture above, and then decides to let it go in the kitchen. So now we have an injured bluebird flying through our house, scattering feathers everywhere and I still haven't got the sleep out of my eyes. We finally talk Whiskey, the cat, into catching it again and bringing it outside, yes she knows English. The bird is still alive outside and by this time, Dixie has her ears perked up and wants to join in on the fun. Whiskey is tired of playing, she realizes the bird isn't going to live so she is done with it, she's a professional. Dixie on the other hand sees the bird half flying around 3 feet off the ground behind the house so she jumps up in the air and pounces on it, 4 or 5 times. And proceeds to just stand on it, yep it's dead now Dixie. She was so proud, it's her prize, like she was the one who captured it in the first place. As a matter of fact I saw Dixie chasing a live bluebird through the backyard yesterday, she has no idea how hard it is to actually catch one.

Whiskey is one of those cats who brings ALL of her kills to the back porch, or sometimes front porch. I'm guessing I get 2 mice a week, sometimes a wood rat and in the summer, lizards. Sometimes she eats them, and if she does she leaves the back legs and tail for me to clean up. However one time I caught a mouse in the trap and gave it to her and she swallowed it hole right in front of us, it was kind of gross. She also catches wood rats. If you don't know what a wood rat is, Google it, their huge. If I hadn't seen it before, I would say it's impossible for our small cat to actually carry one in her mouth. It's a funny site to watch her walking across the yard with what looks like a full grown ginny pig in her mouth.