906. The little bird

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Beatrice’s little black cat was a great hunter. Mice, rats, birds, even lizards, were part of the hunting scene. The little black cat didn’t simply hunt these creatures, she had to bring each one into the house to first show Beatrice, and then she would devour it.

Recently, however, it was different. The little black cat brought in a baby bird. It had obviously fallen from its nest. It had no feathers. It was no more than a pile of soft pink with a big yellow beak.

Beatrice took the baby bird off the little black cat. The bird was still alive. The trouble Beatrice went to feed the little bird and keep it warm! Beatrice even knitted a little nest and filled it with straw. Then she went out to the garden in search of bugs.

Quickly, over just a few days, the little bird grew feathers. Then it would hop about.

“What a little character you are!” said Beatrice. She called it Diamond. It was a wren. “You’re like a sparkling diamond,” said Beatrice. Feeding it became an almost full-time task. After several weeks it began to fly around the house.

Then one day Beatrice decided it was time to let the little bird go free. She let it outside. Almost instantly it flew into the branches of a nearby tree and joined other birds.

But what’s this? Why! It’s the little black cat come to show Beatrice what she has caught.

26 thoughts on “906. The little bird

  1. Yvonne

    Yup, a cat’s gotta do what its ancestors did. It’s the live mice my cat brings in, then watches them scamper under an immovable piece of furniture that gets to me.

    Hey, you don’t happen to know where I can find the “standard time” app on my cat, do you?

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      1. Cynthia Jobin

        Pauline’s summary is a good one. My cat Lulu is an indoor cat—not allowed to roam outdoors—but her hunter instincts are still strong. She sits at her usual perch and furiously bites the air whenever a chickadee lands on the berrybusy bush just outside the window….

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    1. Cynthia Jobin

      The instinct is strong, isn’t it? Lulu has been known to present me a decapitated mouse, but never one that entered into the bowels of my sofa. 🙂

      The animals take a little while adjusting to the changing of the clocks. We did ours back in March, and for a few days, it confuses them, especially if you have a routine.

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      1. Cynthia Jobin

        I know, Yvonne…except…it’s hard to know just who’s idiotic these days…even among us lovable ones! But your saying that the cat sets the routine is probably true….since I’ve lost one cat and a dog in the past month, my whole daily life is screwed up….

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        1. Bruce Goodman Post author

          My daily routine revolves around the dog and cat. I get up at 5 (4 am if I don’t realize the clocks have changed) and feed the cat and give the dog a “treat”. At 3 pm the dog goes for a walk and up returning waits while I cook her rice… etc. And I say the same things putting down the dishes: “This is for the cat! This is for the dog!” They seem to understand that they rule the world…

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  2. arlingwoman

    I had some friends whose cat used to catch mice and bring them in the house. They finally got wise to him. He’d never look at them when he was trying to get inside with one in his mouth, and often you could see the tail hanging out…

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