Humphrey – a perfect present

What’s he been up to this week?

I was sitting peacefully having a cup of tea in our dining room with the back door open when

I heard such a squawking, and beating of wings in bushes. Dashed out to check on whereabouts of Humphrey. Couldn’t see him, couldn’t see a bird but the alarm calls have been constant over the last month or so and I put it down to a failed skirmish somewhere.

Then later on that afternoon my sister was wandering round the garden and found, first one then two then more feathers. The trail went from the back of a border up through the branches of a shrub and along the top of the fence.

But we couldn’t find a body anywhere!

So we put it down to a lucky escape for one bird. Now we have the usual task of clearing up the feathers. They go everywhere! Stick to leaves, soil… everywhere.

When he kills a bird, particularly the wood pigeons round the back of our house, we can be clearing feathers for days afterwards.

And then… the following morning we found on the doorstep a perfectly formed, and complete, mouse. Looked as if it had died of shock as it wasn’t hurt in any way that we could find. Both the cats were out overnight so we can’t accuse Humphrey on that one without evidence.

I was sufing some cat sites and found www.catquotes.com

It’s not just quotes, but jokes, stories and all kinds of things. Here’s just one joke, very pertinent in view of the killing fields in our garden.

Q: What do you get if you cross a hungry cat and a canary?
A: A cat that isn’t hungry any more.