Our Mighty Hunters

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Date: 04 August 2007 19:43:50

The least mighty in terms of hunting is Sherpa, he simply contents himself with climbing as high as is possible and playing hard to get when we need the cats in for the night. He also thinks one of my nice new planters makes an excellent place to sit, if not s*it. Love him tho, he's my kitt.

The original bearer of the title, Che, proudly brings us leaves. He has been known to trot in and mew for our attention whilst still carrying his 'prey' in his mouth. He surpassed himself the other day, by proffering the offering of a portion of black bin bag. For those who would like an update on his health, he has a bit of a limp (esp in the wet weather) but is managing to leap up on the high windowsill, which he was the first of our kitts to conquer pre-accident. Brave boy!

Lemur, our she-kitt, is our true Mighty Hunter. She started with small, buzzy things (flies, bees, wasps and the like), managed one grasshopper and has progressed recently to butterflies :( A few weeks ago, I was sad to discover her batting about a small, dead bird, but on Thursday I'm sure she surpassed herself. Whilst tending my roses, I noticed something on the ground. It was certainly avian in origin and looked like part of a sizeable bird. I'm guessing it had been part consumed and then dropped on our front patio by the Mighty Huntress. I'm sure, given her record to date, only Lemur would have managed to hunt down and capture a barbecued chicken leg! Clever girl!