Oh Phouka, you little shit! Redux
It's not that I blame Phouka for killing birds. After all it is the nature of cats to hunt and Phouka spent almost the first 2 months of his life outside. But...sigh...this one died bloody. At least for the sake of my blood pressure my furry menace did the dirty deed in the bathroom.
When I got home from the store and went into the bathroom and turned on the bathroom light there were these brownish-red smears all over the floor right at my feet. Because there was nothing else immediately visible my first incongruous thought was 'Did Phouka somehow get a hold of some of my old hair dye? Did I leave an already mixed and partially used bottle somewhere?' Because that was almost the exact same color. Never mind that I haven't dyed my hair in over a year.
Then Phouka trotted past me and over to his vanquished prey at the base of the toilet. It wasn't torn up or anything, Phouka must have just wounded it badly and it was a fighter. Damn! I feel so bad for the little guy, but again, I can't blame Phouka for following his nature. All I could do was spend more time on the balcony trying to arrange things so that he doesn't have any easy ambush points or clear avenues of attack. Of course, that doesn't help them if they land on the balcony floor in pursuit of stray seeds.
*sigh* We'll see.
When I got home from the store and went into the bathroom and turned on the bathroom light there were these brownish-red smears all over the floor right at my feet. Because there was nothing else immediately visible my first incongruous thought was 'Did Phouka somehow get a hold of some of my old hair dye? Did I leave an already mixed and partially used bottle somewhere?' Because that was almost the exact same color. Never mind that I haven't dyed my hair in over a year.
Then Phouka trotted past me and over to his vanquished prey at the base of the toilet. It wasn't torn up or anything, Phouka must have just wounded it badly and it was a fighter. Damn! I feel so bad for the little guy, but again, I can't blame Phouka for following his nature. All I could do was spend more time on the balcony trying to arrange things so that he doesn't have any easy ambush points or clear avenues of attack. Of course, that doesn't help them if they land on the balcony floor in pursuit of stray seeds.
*sigh* We'll see.