While I was living in London, my sister decided that she would love to have a cat and I always fancied myself a cat-person, but when I decided to return home, we discovered that I was extremely allergic to it. Go figure.
Anyway, as we all know, cats love to surprise us with gifts! And mostly we try to not freak out when we find dead things lying around (mostly intestines), and we're managing the frequency of these occurences very subtly as well.
My sister and I have had the honour of walking into the house, having to clean up and disinfect the 'scene of the crime', cracking CSI 'bloodspatter' jokes. Fun times!
Yesterday, however, was a bit of a different story. Our cat had his sights on a dove...a dove with a broken wing. Naturally my sister took the cat as far away as possible, and I tried to get the dove out of harms way. I managed to pick it up and wrap it in a towel before I moved it to a different place, but to be honest, the wing needed fixing, and I had no idea what to do. I had to leave it in the park, I sat with it for a while, but I knew that there would just be another cat, another day.
It still bugs me, because I might not have grown up with animals around me, but it doesn't mean that I don't love them.
