The tale begins on Saturday when I was leaving to get a taxi to the station to catch my train. On my way out I noticed a dead bird on my front garden. There wasn't time to do anything about it and it was raining (hence the taxi). There are quite a few cats around here, so I'm assuming that one of them left it. I sort of hoped one of them would come along and eat it, but it was still there when I got back on Sunday. It wasn't raining, but I didn't have the energy to do anything about it.
Monday it rained. Tuesday was back to work, but when I wasn't there it was raining. Wednesday was also raining, but when I got back from ballet there was a cat down the path from my garage to my house. It was very surprised to see me (in a "don't like strangers" way) and ran off. When I got to my front door I found the bird was now face up - previously it was face down. I'm guessing that cat had been near it.
Today when I got home it wasn't raining and since it's starting to warm up again I thought that I should try and do something about it. Being necrophobic I didn't want to go near it, really. So I was delighted to find just a few feathers when I looked at the spot it had been. Until I looked ahead and found half a bird next to my front door mat. There was a Red Kite flying around, reminding me that it could have been one of them, just as much as a cat.
Since I didn't hold out much hope of something coming to finish it off before it attracted flies, I got it on a trowel and flung it into the undergrowth. I had meant to bury it, but I didn't fancy digging in the mud (it had rained not long before I got home) and I couldn't deal with having to look at half a dead bird for that long.
From this I have concluded that I don't think I can deal with having a cat, because I can't deal with burying presents they'd bring back. I will stick to the idea of having rabbits in my future - at least they only eat vegetation.
Mirrored from my blog.