Last night I had a nice piece of haddock for dinner (pan-broiled with dill and a few other things).
I happily shared the scraps with George and Little Miss (Topaz doesn’t do “human” food).
I probably shouldn’t have done that.
This morning George brought me a present — another fish!
I heard the piercing call of “I’ve got something” echoing through the house at about 6:30 this morning. My, he sounded proud of himself!
Reluctant to get up and face whatever small furry or feathered creature had met his end at George’s claws and fangs, I stayed in bed, ignoring reality for a while.
When I finally eased into the kitchen and looked around, there was a small, very dead, fish.
Here we go again, I thought. And still, I don’t know where he gets them!
For more George-Fish stories see these earlier posts: Fishing Cat, This Has to Stop, and Brief Update.
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Do you have a neighbor that has a fish pond? My sister has a fish pond and her neighbor’s cats sometimes capture the fish. Fortunately, she loves cats, and so easily forgives them!
No fish ponds. There is a small creek across the street, but no one has ever seen any fish in it. Everyone still denies there are fish in it. Of course, I’m beginning to think they are wrong!
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That’s too funny . . . not for the fish, of course.
George seems to be a natural hunter. My cat Maytag has never brought us a fish, but he has presented us with just about everything else. I just wish he would bring home some money, lol.
You realize that your love of fish brought this on, right?