Heading to the doctor tomorrow and this time I think I have an ironclad reservation on Tuesday. America. Fuck yeah.
I, also, watch True Blood, and I feel I need to get this off my chest. I would let Pam tie me up. Sorry for the unfortunate mental images, but I couldn’t keep it in.
I watched Steve catch a bird tonight around 5:30. He had just begged me for food, but it was not time for his dinner, so I told him to piss off and I went outside. I was sitting on the porch, and he pawed at the sliding glass door, so I opened it and he came out. As soon as he was on the porch, he saw a bird sitting on the cedar edge of the raised garden, and did that cat twitchy thing where they chirp and their whiskers get all jittery and their tails lash around and you can visibly see instinct take over- it’s kind of like watching Bruce Banner and you know there is some inevitable Incredible Hulk transformation shit about to go down.
At any rate, he ran down the steps and around the porch, stayed there for five seconds, did the speedy crouch walk about halfway to the garden, stayed for five seconds, and then just bolted, pounced on the bird, it tried to fly away and he batted it out of the air and grabbed it in his mouth. I yelled for Shawn- “HOLY SHIT- STEVE JUST CAUGHT A BIRD!”, and Steve raced up to the porch, showed me the bird, Shawn opened the door and he ran in and dropped the bird on the carpet below his food bowl.
Sadly, the bird was still alive, so Shawn scooped it up and told me the thing is still blinking and all I could think is “WTF do you want me to do? I don’t even kill beetles and get pissed off when you kill spiders. I carry them outside. I can’t kill things.” Shawn responded “Damnit Cole, it’s your fucking cat. I guess I will go break it’s neck and put it out of his misery. Fuck, man, I don’t want to do this.” In my defense, all I could think was “My cat- what lap is he on all night? I just feed and house him.”
Started to walk outside with the bird, got out back and damned if the thing didn’t fly away. It was either stunned or in shock or playing possum, and maybe Steve has a soft mouth like a lab and can carry prey without damaging them. Who knows? It was freaky.
For the record, I don’t sit around encouraging Steve to kill birds. It happened so fast- like 20 seconds. And I had no idea he was that fast. It was like watching a National Geographic video. He was coiled and ready, and then just looked like he was shot out of a rocket, and the agility to catch the bird in mid flight was stunning. I honestly didn’t know he had it in him. And the look in his eye when he had the bird in his mouth and was showing it to me was, well- “I’m a stone cold killer, bitch. Next time I ask for food, you better recognize if you say no a bird gets it.”
At any rate, just wanted to check in, and hopefully you won’t be hearing from me for a while.