Cats of Prey

The other night, Pumpkin - my fluffy white cat, decided to catch a bird.

We had no idea what was going on until we looked at the screen door and saw this beard - screaming its head off and flapping its wings like crazy inside my cat's mouth.

Stephanie pried Pumpkin's mouth open to release the bird and put the cat inside. We saw that the bird was clearly injured and we set off to find a box to catch the bird.

The bird decided it was going to try to run away - but he couldn't fly, so he was hopping around the parking lot.

Stephanie caught the bird using oven mits and we put it in the box, and it calmed itself down. I think it was very happy not to be my cat's supper.

We drove to the wild bird sanctuary where they help abandoned baby birds, and injured birds. On our drive, we had to stop in the middle of the road because there was a flock of geese crossing the street with their goslings.

We arrived at the trail, and the bird sanctuary was closed. We headed for the drop-off where we could leave him overnight and came across a raccoon. We placed the bird in the box (it was a man-made box with a door and latch and holes, of course) and went home.

We came home to feathers all over our porch and cats desperate to go outside again.

We called the next day to see how the bird was doing - and they said he was great, just had a slight puncture in his stomach, but everything would be fine.