September 15, 2008A good day for some kittiesSounds like the K92 Day of 110 Cats sent at least some kitties to happy homes. 
Speaking of Novak, she wrote a commentary in today's editorial section about the trap-neuter-release program that collects up homeless cats, sterilizes them and returns then to their original hangout. This practice has drawn criticism (even here on this blog) from bird enthusiasts who fear hungry, feral kitties will feast on their feathered friends. I can tell you from experience that feral cats are not the only ones that hunt birds. When I was a little kid, we had a cat named Tiger (low points for originality, I know) and there was absolutely nothing we could do to keep her from catching birds. We had other cats when I was a kid. Tiger was the only one who hunted birds. Or maybe she was the only one who could catch one. She sure had a talent for it. And believe me, Tiger was not at all hungry. She very well fed on Purina Cat Chow, Little Friskies and canned tuna. It used to make my mother so mad, because she loved wild birds. Tiger did finally learn, no matter how proud she was of herself, not to deliver her prize catch to my mom. That's usually when the yelling would begin, and nobody, not even a little striped kitty, wanted any part of that. I know what blog reader Tim would say: Why didn't you keep the cat inside? Because my mom didn't believe in litter boxes. But I digress. |
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[September 16, 2008 12:13 PM]
Heather FroeschlWe had a hunter cat when I was a kid too. No matter how much meow mix old Puff ate he had a hunger for catching critters. One of my grandma's dogs also had a thing for bird hunting. She was a great chaser but an even better jumper and caught quite a few, much to the sadness of grandma.
One of these days I'll have to share my embarassing list of unoriginal cat names from the family archives.
[September 18, 2008 3:06 PM]
Amy Hanek : →http://www.houseonthegladehill.blogspot.comMy outdoor cat, Frank (he came with the house), brings me a dead vole, field mouse and even a bat. His bowl is always filled with Meow Mix.
This only proves that you can take the cat out of the wild, but not the wild out of the cat.