0ldmare
Well-Known Member
My hunting machine of a cat (the tabby in my siggy) has fetched me presents ranging from (but not limited to) rats, mice, voles, lizards, birds, grass snakes, and moles. Sometimes dead, but often still alive for me to rescue. (Cue cat looking smug, she is convinced that I like to play with her gifts!)
But today was too much! I nipped out to do the horses and when I came back in I thought she had a furtive look about her. Her partner in crime was looking nervy and was sitting on the back of the sofa. I tweaked the curtains and there was a very alive, and very angry weasel!
Poor thing I am sure it was frightened to death, but it obviously thought attack was the best strategy so ran at me and I leapt onto the sofa (so brave
).
It then legged it back behind the curtains. In the end to cut a long story short I got a big jug and the weasel attacked the jug, I managed to scoop it up and chuck it out of the french window. The cats were very pleased
, I think they secretly realised they had bitten off more than they could chew Sorry not horsey, but these animals, why do we have them!? Anyone else have a demented hunting cat??
But today was too much! I nipped out to do the horses and when I came back in I thought she had a furtive look about her. Her partner in crime was looking nervy and was sitting on the back of the sofa. I tweaked the curtains and there was a very alive, and very angry weasel!
It then legged it back behind the curtains. In the end to cut a long story short I got a big jug and the weasel attacked the jug, I managed to scoop it up and chuck it out of the french window. The cats were very pleased