My lovely kitty, Kenickie, has the hunting instinct in him. It was not long after he was introduced to the cat flap, and the wonder of the world outside, that he was bringing home captured prey. To start with, this prey was only dead leaves, perhaps catching his attention as they were caught on a breeze, but I was still impressed with my little stalker. I also had to clean up a bit more, as my carpet was turning in to a forest glade in autumn.
A month or so back, Kenickie found a new prey to hunt and happily brought back some moths for my approval. I have to admit I was impressed, as catching a moth doesn't seem particularly easy and he brought them back in through the cat flap and dumped them on the carpet still alive. Of course, the released moths invariably flew away from the kitty, normally up to the ceiling, and Kenickie would chase after them again, but moths are quite manageable.
A couple of weeks ago Kenickie brought home his first real kill. I found a dead robin redbreast waiting for me next to my computer desk one Sunday morning. Poor little birdy, but what a good hunter Kenickie is! The cat didn't seem particularly bothered about his kill, though. Other cats I've known would have been upset at their prey being moved or thrown away, but Kenickie didn't bat an eyelid as I took the bird outside to the bin. My little boy is growing up.
This morning I found another present left for me by my computer desk, but it was a little disturbing. I found a collar that most likely belonged to another cat. There was no sign of a cat, nor of any fur. Has Kenickie turned cannibalistic? I didn't catch a glimpse of him this morning, so I don't know if he just found the collar and brought it in or whether he had maws glistening with the blood of another cat and that special glint in his eyes. I'm not sure what I should expect when I get home this evening, but as long as my neighbours haven't formed a rabble with pitchforks and torches in front of my door I should be okay.