April 28, 2006...9:38 am

Who Killed Cock Robin?

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Sprackle did. She’s been on a bit of a killing spree.

She killed a robin last night and three sparrows this morning – all of which were brought into the house.

The
robin was taken to the upstairs landing (under the cover of the
Middlesbrough vs. Steaua Bucharest game) and shredded. Blood on the
skirting boards and everything.

The sparrows this morning were accompanied by a mostly unharmed sparrow which we managed to liberate.

I
am very cross with her – not least because the robin was one of a pair
that had been nesting in the back garden for a fortnight or so.

Unfortunately
I have to hide the fact that I’m cross because it’s not her fault that
she’s a predator and she wouldn’t understand.

Nonetheless certain procedures have now been put in place – she doesn’t understand these either:

  1. An embargo on unsupervised visits upstairs (aided by a door at the foot of our stairs)
  2. Liberty
    of kitchen only during the day (I filled the kitchen with her toys and
    things this morning sto try and prevent her getting bored and scaling
    the cupboards)
  3. The cat flap will be sjut at dusk and dawn (prime hunting times)
  4. The back garden has been rearranged to try and create an obstacle course in front of the ivy where the birds seem to nest

In the mean time I think we just have to wait and see.

Bad puddy tat!

18 Comments

  • My
    cat’s are too clumsy to get birds, they pure mousers, which is useful
    cos my house has quite a lot of mice. My mum used to deny their
    existance but she can’t any more!
    Dan’s mum still seems to be trying to stop their cat eating birds even
    though it’s a well established habit now. It’s quite funny lying in bed
    and hearing the shreiks of “leave it alone! bad cat!

  • I’m going home via Pets at Home to get some sort of cow bell arrangement to weigh her down with.

    The delicate tinkling little thing which came on her current collar is clearly not doing the trick! :D

  • You
    can also get some weird ultrasonic bell things for cat collars that are
    meant to warn birds away – they’re meant to be quite effective – cats
    often work out how to move without making their collars jingle after a
    while!

    We haven’t had any bird related incidents since my
    cat had a mysery illness a couple of years ago and all her teeth fell
    out – which has proved to be the most effective deterrent – she could
    still catch them, but they mostly just fell out of her mouth and flew
    away again!

  • Strangely
    since we put the cats on dried Iams cat food they’ve stopped bringing
    in things and muching on them. However, this does mean that they bring
    in live mice on a Very regular basis.

    However, a live mouse that you can catch is better than finding a headless corpse in a pair of shoes….

  • The RSPB say its OK for Sprakle to kill birds: link

    May the bloodshed continue!

  • My
    dog used to go after anything with wings. One day it caught up with an
    injured duck, got confused that it hadn’t flown off, ran infront of it,
    sniffed it a bit, and ran off.

  • Thats
    a years supply of wildlife for Kelvin, though he has learnt that I
    really don’t appreciate them being brought in so now tends to leave
    them outside the back door.
    Not had anything yet this year
    though, probably because the other cats have realised he is smaller
    than them and so have started bullying him, rather than the other way
    round.

  • Cleo
    bought us a bird’s egg once. She carried it gently in her mouth so it
    wouldn’t break and left it in the conservatory for us. She also once
    did an amazing thing where she jumped and caught a bird in mid air.
    It’s funny when cats catch something and spit it out at your feet and
    look at you with the face that says ‘go on, cook it for dinner then’.
    Tho the only things Smudge ever catches are the animals that have laid
    down and died first. The cat we used to have, Boris (RIP), caught a
    stoat once, and he bought home someone’s roast chicken, and someone’s
    pet guinea pig. Ahem…

  • The
    bells on our cats never prevented them from being very efficient in
    their hunting! Squirrels (alive and difficult to remove from the house
    once given as a ‘present’), pigeons, mice, baby rabbits, worms!,
    grass–snakes.
    You name it, we’ve probably had it caught by one of our cats, including
    the next door neighbours rather expensive carp. Would have been fine
    had there not been a trail of muddy cat paw prints from their pond to
    our garden fence…

    I
    would say that they often grow out of it with age, but as our 18yr old
    has been known to bring in pigeons, it’s not really true! Ours have now
    decided however, that it’s much more fun to watch with supposed evil
    intentions and wait for the human to become flustered and try to
    prevent them doing it.

    They never did learn the art of killing though, they just let them go (once indoors) as a sign of their love!

  • … and Casanova syndrome killed Robin Cock

  • Gizmo
    (my cat) brought in a bird once and hid it behind the sofa, returning
    to it every now and again to play with it. Took us a fortnight or so to
    work out what the damn smell was…

  • Boris
    brought in a mouse once and it was still alive, and it ran behind one
    of the large wooden dressers we have in the sitting room, and my dad
    had to move the dresser whilst my mum tried to catch it. It took them
    ages. Boris helped. My grandmother was there at the time and she
    wouldn’t stop screaming. My mum used to have pet mice, actually, but
    that was before she had cats.

  • I
    used to have a cat called Bobby who was a most excellent hunter– he
    used to bring in mice (alive sometimes) which you had to congratuale
    him for. In his old age he couldn’t catch them anymore so he moved on
    to frogs. Once I came downstairs at about 3am to find a dead frog lying
    in the middle of our landing. Needless to say I couldn’t be arsed to do
    anything about it and simply got a glass of water and went back to bed
    leaving my mother to deal with it in the morning.

  • I
    spoke too soon – one dead, half munched bird was waiting for me in my
    bedroom when I got home yesterday. A welcome home present, I assume….

  • Our
    neighbour has a patio window/door thing with large (full–height) panes
    of glass, which birds don’t seem to be able to spot easily. One of our
    cats has learned this, and lies in wait in the bushes until a bird
    flies into the window and stuns itself, at which point he simply picks
    it up and starts eating it. He’s had 2 pigeons and a thrush this way so
    far, the clever sod.

    The other cats are mostly bringing in rabbits at the moment, which isn’t great either.

  • Now that story made me laugh! Minimum effort – maximum return. All it requires is cunning and patience.

    So cunning you could brush your teeth with it.

    As cunning as a fox who’s just been made Professor of Cunning at Oxford.

    Obviously it’s far less distressing when it’s not your cat/local bird/house*…

    *Delete as appropriate.

  • Poor sprackle. She takes down a garden invader and is punished as a result.
    When the teradactyls start invading, you only have yourself to blame.

  • Wow!
    I can’t believe this, but I have a cat named Sprackle too! Who would
    have thought there’d be two? :) How did you come to name her?

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