Catters

What are these, you ask? Cat matters that I now have to deal with. Sigh.

Up until roughly two years ago, I had no cats. A blissfully cat-free zone was my life. But now, now I have a cat. Helga. Girlfriend of my dog, whose great attachment to her compelled me to adopt her.

Do I like this cat? Why, yes. I love her to bits. The problem is that she's a hunter. She is infact the only one of my children who excels at anything! 😅

Rats, bats, squirrels and birds have fallen prey to this white streak of terror for many, many months. While I'm not keen on death and destruction, I know this is her nature, but what I do object to is her attempts to teach me to hunt 🤦‍♀️

Please stop bringing me creatures too stunned to escape. I'm not equipped to deal with the psychological damage inflicted.

So, yep ... we now have a baby squirrel to nurse back to health because Madam Helga's stunts have left him thoroughly bewildered and incapable of finding his way back to Mama 💁‍♀️