Our cat is not a hunter. Our cat is not a hunter. Our cat is not a hunter. I am hopeful that if I keep telling myself this, he'll quit depositing birds in my house.
Truly, he never did hunt before. In the last two weeks, however, he has left us two "presents" of the feathery form. I've heard that you aren't supposed to scold cats when they bring you something because that only makes them think that they ought to have brought you something bigger and better. When I discovered Tweety this morning I searched for Oliver. I fully intended to thank him profusely and show him so much attention and affection that he began to wonder why he'd felt I'd needed a present in the first place. Perhaps his next kill would have been a mouse or bug instead of a sparrow. I couldn't find him, however, so I carefully disposed of my thoughtful gift. I hope he thinks that I accepted my present with utmost appreciation and, in fact, displayed it proudly on the mantel. I hope he does not wonder where it went and leave a poodle or a small fawn in its place.