Currently, I'm keeping my ambitions modest and achievable. For Saturday, my project was simply to remain in bed past 7am. Unfortunately, I was thwarted in this ambition by plaintiff cries emerging from underneath the bed.The cries were coming from a little wounded Robin, lodged firmly in Ava's jaws.
We deposited the crippled bird outside and Ava retired to her bed, licking her chops. Right now she's lying there, dreaming of more wildlife she can massacre.
Tina always does her best to help Ava's wounded prey. Unfortunately, catch-and-release doesn't really work once Ava's fangs have done their work. Tina wanted to help the little Robin, but I could tell the poor thing was a goner.
With squirrels, birds and groundhogs roaming happily in our yard, we'll have to get used to Ava's little gifts. We prefer mice to the birds, however. The birds are normally alive - albeit mangled. The mice arrive on our kitchen floor neatly missing their front halves and that eliminates the problem of catching them. And it makes clean up a lot easier.
Right now, whenever Ava prowls through the long grass, the birds have started screeching and the squirrels peer down angrily from the power lines. They've set up an early warning system that our little Bengal finds very frustrating.
This has led to Ava developing an observation platform in the spare room, where she can maintain a look out through the glass without alerting any of her potential victims. Then, as they frolic in the yard, she can stalk out and pounce on them.
A quick word with Mommy has led to Ava's bed being shifted into the spare room, so she can take a little cat nap between look-out shifts. Considering her bed is now the only item of furniture there, it looks like our spare room/office has now become Ava's room.
A cat with her own bedroom?
She's ridiculously spoilt.
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