Of course the cat didn't want to eat the shrew. She regularly presented us with halves of voles, paws of mice and rats, bits of bird, and entire dead shrews. Nicely lined up outside the back door. I think the record was seven corpses. In the height of her hunting days, she'd bring back at least one corpse a night (usually two or three), and even into her evening years (she disappeared aged 17 or so - we never knew her age, as she was from a rescue charity), she'd bring home one or two corpses a week, just to show she cared. She wasn't the world's brightest cat, but by size, she was the mightiest hunter. She looked kitten-size even as an adult, and once, she tried to take on a magpie. There were black and white feathers everywhere. She didn't kill it, but she did make one hell of a mess. I loved her to bits, but really could have done with fewer corpses to dispose of. We used the coal shovel to take them down the garden and put them on the compost heap.
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Date: 2018-07-15 09:08 am (UTC)She wasn't the world's brightest cat, but by size, she was the mightiest hunter. She looked kitten-size even as an adult, and once, she tried to take on a magpie. There were black and white feathers everywhere. She didn't kill it, but she did make one hell of a mess.
I loved her to bits, but really could have done with fewer corpses to dispose of. We used the coal shovel to take them down the garden and put them on the compost heap.