I was sat laughing at some of the idiotic pictures of my fellow felines over at The Little Cat Diaries' Most Witless Looking Cat competition this morning, and it reminded me of my rather clueless sister.Earlier this week, Lilly went out hunting. Now we all like the thrill of the chase, the challenge of stalking our prey, and the final pounce to catch it in our claws. It's normal feline behaviour and, though I know my mum and dad don't really appreciate me returning home with my catches, it's instinctive - something inherent within me that they can't change.
It would be fair to say that Lilly's not the most feline of cats - her wrestling is poor and Josie's all but given up trying to teach her to hunt. But to her credit she went out into the wilds of the garden anyway. I was impressed...until she returned. Josie brings down pigeons almost as big as her. I'm not so experienced yet, but even I can catch a mouse. Lilly came home looking very pleased with herself...with a moth...A moth?! Is that the best she can do? I nearly wet myself! And to make matters worse, even though I told her not to she insisted on eating it. And she was then ill for two days! If that doesn't qualify her for a witless cat award, I don't know what does. I only wish I had a picture to send to The Little Cat Diaries.
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