Last summer, after I went back to work, Kit and Leilei discovered a kitten who was living under a building at the Little League field at the end of our street. They started off giving him food and water, and after a few days, though I had DISTINCTLY told them no more pets! they lured him home, and he became part of the menagerie. Jackie is very cute, as you can see.
Though you'll have to turn your head sideways.
However, he's a killer. Not just a hunter. Diana (our cat, named after the goddess, for good reason) is a hunter. Jackie routinely kills at least one baby bird or mouse every night, and he does it slowly, so that we're forced to endure their screams of pain. We run out of the house and try to rescue whatever it is, sometimes with good outcomes (chipmunk), sometimes with sad (many baby birds) and confine Jackie to the basement. We belled him. We had him fixed. Nothing has altered his murderous nature.
Last night he was driving us all insane with his incessant caterwauling to be let out. I got the idea of fastening these year of the pig bell shaker wand things to his collar. But they were too big. "I know", I said brightly, "I'll just go outside and shake these things to scare any birds or little animals away!" So I went out to the front yard and started shaking the pig things and jumping around and calling out "go away little animals!" This was about 10:00 p.m., so I wasn't too inhibited. Then I looked across the street and saw the normal people who live there staring impassively out their window.
As I slunk back inside, I hoped they thought I was celebrating an early midsummer's eve. That's Thursday--everyone get those flower wreaths and bonfires ready!
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