We have two rescue kitties.
This is what happens when you let two immature adults loose in the RSPCA rescue centre, looking for a dog.
They come home with two rescue kitties.
We got them both collars.
With bells on.
To help protect the local wildlife.
I used to have a cat, when I lived in Radstock, many moons ago, who was a prolific slayer of
Suki (for that was her name) brought half a seagull in to the kitchen one day.
She had to gnaw it in to two halves, because that was the only way it would fit through the cat flap.
Another day she also brought home a very large, very beautiful Koi carp.
A neighbour valued it at between £8,000 – £10,000.
When it was alive.
Fast forward a big bunch of years and we come to the collared, belled rescue kitties.
One of them is showing all the talents of having been a career assassin equal to Jason Bourne.
Despite the bell.
The other is content to eat the more humanely-prepared stuff.
But the more pacifist of the two lost her collar a few weeks ago.
I eventually found it, and reattached it.
A couple of weeks later she lost it again.
We replaced it with a brand new one, with a bell.
Today she lost it again.
I have a theory.
She’s taking off her collars and selling them, to other cats in the neighbourhood.
So if you see a cat, wandering around the locality, with a bunch of collars around it’s neck, it’s the feline equivalent of Flash Harry.
And it’s ours.
Buy a collar, please.
I’m itching to know what she’s going to use the money for.