Friday, July 01, 2011
Death Comes Silently
Kiki, of course, is proud of her lethality, and likes to be credited for her kills, so she brings them to us. To make sure we notice, she usually leaves them someplace prominent. Did I mention she's Zoe's cat? That's why, when Zoe pulled back the covers on her bed the other day, she found a carnage of feathers - not goose-down feathers, like you'd expect to find in a bed, but flight feathers, wingtip and tail, spread from pillow to footboard, accompanied by a nice dusting of little fluffy grey ones. Apparently it wasn't enough to kill the bird and display it; Kiki also had to dismember it. (You never can be sure if they're dead if you keep all the parts together.) Zoe took the shock well. I washed her sheets.
Tonight though, she found this on her bed:
Zoe's not so sure at this point that Kiki is bringing her trophies out of affection. We've begun to suspect that in her nocturnal ramblings, she's taken to watching old movies. Maybe she recently saw "The Godfather?"
I'd write more, but there are sheets to wash.