Mr Pussy, natural born killer
Last week, as I was watching the final compelling episode of Ed Wardle ALONE IN THE WILD on Channel 4, I cast my eyes down to witness Mr Pussy biting the head off a tiny mouse on the living room carpet. With the headless body still twitching, I scooped it up with dustpan and brush, ran downstairs and threw the remains outside where Mr Pussy consumed them all, skin, bones, feet and tail.
I have to admit to you that Mr Pussy has a history of violence. In Devon, before he came to Spitalfields, he killed regularly. Often, I would wake in the night to the sound of him chasing some poor creature round the house. I used to leap from my bed, shut him in another room and then chase the creature out with a broom.
Most distressing was coming downstairs to find injured birds for whom there was no hope. I am ashamed to confess that I once caught him with a Snipe, which is a rare species, though I did manage to rescue a huge Moorhen that he brought from the river, it escaped to live another day. I know that Mr Pussy was just following his nature and maybe even bringing me (unwanted) presents. Once as I was setting up the Christmas tree – he brought in a mouse, laid it down in front of the tree and then chased it round and round the pot.
Although Mr Pussy’s urban life may be less exciting, I am relieved that since he came to Spitalfields, he only catches vermin – no birds. He may not be reformed but most of the temptation has gone. Nowadays, I am prepared to tolerate these small kills that satisfy his bloodlust, in the hope that Mr Pussy’s days of indiscriminate mass murder are over.
my cat spike made the opposite journey from a flat to the wild countryside of cumbria…the first time she went out, swallows divebombed her, so she never attempted to catch a bird. but she caught everything else, and indeed often brought them home at night, dragging them up the stairs to the bedroom, and often dispatching and consuming them under the bed at 3 in the morning….a rather disturbing if regular event.
Mr Pussy caught a mouse in the kitchen and ate it on my bedroom floor yesterday…
Mr. B brought in some sort of prey in the small hours of the morning. I heard the ruckus but I can’t find a body. I fear I will smell it long before it is found. Such is the way of the tiny tiger.
P.S. I adore your blog!
put a bell round mr pussy neck, then the animals can here him coming, put it on piece of thread so he cannot get strangled
I’m glad you care about the birds.