The hunter, with infinite patience, regards her prey, unmoving, quiet as…well…a mouse, steadfastly planning intricate strategies with which to carry out the act of attack!
The GW & B hunger (did I say that? I meant ‘hunter’) stays still as a glassy lake, still as early morning, still as only a GW & B hunter can stay still. No breath can be discerned. No movement of a whisker. No twitch of a muscle. The GW & B hunter can wait, and wait, and wait…that is the mark, the skill, the intrepid inner control of the GW & B hunter…
Still, she waits, with only the sound of evening and that darned bird pecking at crackers that mama puts out for those turtledoves. I make the sound of the GW & B hunter at last….kkkkk….kkkkk…kkkkk. My jaw vibrates with the anticipation of whatever it is I am anticipating. Kkkkk, I go, but I feel my eyes growing heavy. I have just heard mama say to papa, “Loulou is getting ready to snooze! Her eyes are squinty and she’s just about to drop–is she going to go after that birdie or what?”
Papa says, “No way, Jose, Loulou doesn’t hunt but she’s great at getting ready for it. Love her chatter.”
Little did they know that I had forgiven the birdie in my little heart and was, frankly, enjoying just watching the pecking/eating show without having to participate. Wonder if it was because mama had just given me a lovely plate of something called duck en gelee and that bird had indigestion written all over it.
I always like the après hunt anyway…turtledove schmurtledove, home is where the hand is!
Loulou, we can’t believe you just sat there and watched that bird. We woulda been all over it!
Well, she’s a friend of mama and there is a partner, too, so they are a couple and so, well, it’s like this…birds don’t really do it for me but I love to chatter.
Loulou, what beautiful poetry and imagery you put into your stalking!!! And you’re right – why mess with that beautiful bird when it’s out there enjoying life just like we are!! Especially when your mama gives you canard en gelée!!! You lucky kitty.
Sometimes in the summer the tourterelles just walk right into the house. I don’t bother them – mama gives me “the look” and I know better. but really I’m not tempted either. All that mess when I can just eat my kibbles. BUT if a fly gets into the house – I am a KILLER!!! Serial killer actually since I’ve already gotten several this spring……
WOW, you catch flies? Does your maman hire you out? My mama would pay buckets of kibble to eliminate flies IN THE WORLD! Would you call your muzzle a fly-catcher? Or do you have a little swatter?
You might think of that little bird as tasty but what can compare to a mama’s loving meal preparation for you? Good choice.
Yes, she tears that top off the little package really well! Prep time: 2 sec
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Ask and ye shall receive – here’s a blog post from today about exercising a kitty WITH TREATS !
What a great idea!!! I am definitely going to try that one. Someone else said to hide little tidbits in the house house so that your kitty will hunt and not lose its skills. Mama did this and I found every one!
Oh LouLou ! What a mighty hunter you COULD be…but there is the matter of all those dusty feathers. And duck from Mama sounds better than duck you might catch…all those pinfeathers ! Maybe a wind-up mouse or a wand toy would help you practice – just to keep your paw in !
Oh, I love that idea. We had something once on a very thin wire that hooked over a doorknob and there was something on the end. Wonder where that went.
That last line is the truth, isn’t it? And home is where you don’t have to hunt for your next meal!
Yes, well, a great white and black hunter I am not. Probably because I was an indoor kitty most of the first part of my life but I think I really NEED to hunt a bit more, if not to eat, just for the practice, haha.