My ladies ignore flies but behave much like G&G when they pursue moths--except they chomp them down as soon as they catch them.
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Even though I'm living with sheep paddocks literally a metre away from my deck, I hardly get any flies in the house. So for Luna, they are practice material for her more favourite moths.
And no, she isn't sensible enough to eat them like Zazie's tribe - they just end up squished
And no, she isn't sensible enough to eat them like Zazie's tribe - they just end up squished
The older cats seldom even chewed on there kills. My Holly and June would only eat the heads.
Just a few days before my girl Cruz died, at age nineteen, a slow mouse wandered into the living room and she caught, killed, and ate it. She and I were both proud and amazed.
must not smell good. LOL. If your cat eats outside things they should be wormed often
They aren't. I keep an eye out for worm segments and will dose the cats when/if I see them, but as long as their weight is stable and they seem healthy, I prefer to spare them anthelmintics. Those things can be brutal, and besides I'd just as soon not contribute to the resistance problem as far as I'm able.
I get it. Yes, watching weight is a good thing. I deworm every cat that has been living outside when it comes to me. For tapes, rounds and hookworms. The poop in the litter box is another telltale sign as is the smell
My cats decided a few years ago that they hate the litter box, so I can't study it for clues (I leave it set up just in case). When the snow thawed after a very cold winter a while back, I noticed a substantial pile of poop at the foot of the ramp attached to my deck: apparently all winter long, the girls had been rushing down the ramp, taking care of business, and then scooting back to the door to yell to come in. This when there was a pristine litter box ready and waiting for them on the upstairs landing where it lives.
I drove about 150 miles to go trap this gentle giant this morning. Got him and took him back 150 miles (stink) to a local vet and rescue that will help him heal and find appropriate placement for him
He reminds of the big yellow Manx cat that hangs around my house sometimes. When he was still in possession of his testicles, he fought as toms do and received a terrible wound at the base of one ear that got badly infected. After I posted about him on Facebook--one of my rare forays there--his owner was apparently shamed into doing something for him: I didn't see him for months, and, when he showed up next, his balls were gone and his wound had healed nicely, though he was left with a terrible scar. He's such a lovely gentle boy, my girls don't mind when he hangs around on their deck. Sometimes he scratches and cries at the door, but I resist the urge to let him in. I know he has a home nearby and he's clearly well fed.
His name is Nemo.
His name is Nemo.
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