We have three cats and a cat door. Sometimes a cat brinsg in live prey so that he can play with it in a more contained environment. I wish this were not the case. Here is what I came home to this afternoon:
The couch by the front door. Dove feathers.
Behind the couch.
The rug in front of the couch. The cat toy ignored in favor of something livelier.
The number one suspect leading me into the dining room.
The dining room floor near the cat door.
The dining room floor far from the cat door.
On the deck outside the cat door. The poor bird lost its most accessible feathers first.
No dead bird anywhere. I have no idea where it ended up. I hope the cat took it back outside and we don’t find it via smell in a week’s time.
Update 5:50pm My husband found the dead dove, partially eaten, in the backyard. He’s decided to stop feeding birds. I’ll spare you the photos.