When I was a little girl, I had a black cat. We lived on the 9th floor. One day the window was open and a pigeon landed on the ledge outside. My cat lunged at it, and thankfully I was there and grabbed her by her rear end.
I was able to pull her back in, the pigeon still in her clutches. She ran to the bathroom and hid behind the toilet with the bird in her mouth.
She growled and made absolutely insane noises at us as we tried to get her out and save the bird.
Eventually, we got her to let go. Sadly, the bird died. We never kept that window open again, and I learned that day that Margo was a freaking ruthless hunter.
All of them are. They devastate ecosystems if they’re let outside, that’s one of the reasons they tell you to keep them indoors. They kill an astronomical amount of wildlife.
Honestly I’m impressed your cat managed to kill a bird while still technically being an inside cat. That takes a special intersection of luck and skill.
Kill a bird while being on the 9th floor… that is a whole lot of luck and skill, I agree.
I’m not gonna lie, I was a bit traumatized by the whole situation but my mom did a great job explaining that I did my best and prevented the cat from jumping to her death while hunting the damn pigeon.
They’re not really that bad. The bones get soft and kinda crumbly when they’re cooked in the chicken. They only get brittle when they’re allowed to dry after the meat is stripped off. The whole “shards of bone will pierce their stomach/intestines” idea is kind of a myth. They’re still a choking hazard, but that’s true for any bones, cooked or not.
I’m sure I’ll get a few people who want to link some blog that says otherwise, but that’s what the emergency vets told me the first time my dog ate fried chicken.
If my cat did this, I’d just be so impressed I’d let her have the damn chicken. Enjoy the conquest and all.
Except it sets a precedent that they can steal your food.
That’s why you fill up the bathtub while he’s eating.
I mean it obviously can
When I was a little girl, I had a black cat. We lived on the 9th floor. One day the window was open and a pigeon landed on the ledge outside. My cat lunged at it, and thankfully I was there and grabbed her by her rear end.
I was able to pull her back in, the pigeon still in her clutches. She ran to the bathroom and hid behind the toilet with the bird in her mouth.
She growled and made absolutely insane noises at us as we tried to get her out and save the bird.
Eventually, we got her to let go. Sadly, the bird died. We never kept that window open again, and I learned that day that Margo was a freaking ruthless hunter.
All of them are. They devastate ecosystems if they’re let outside, that’s one of the reasons they tell you to keep them indoors. They kill an astronomical amount of wildlife.
Honestly I’m impressed your cat managed to kill a bird while still technically being an inside cat. That takes a special intersection of luck and skill.
Kill a bird while being on the 9th floor… that is a whole lot of luck and skill, I agree.
I’m not gonna lie, I was a bit traumatized by the whole situation but my mom did a great job explaining that I did my best and prevented the cat from jumping to her death while hunting the damn pigeon.
Cooked chicken bones are super dangerous. They’d likely kill your cat.
They’re not really that bad. The bones get soft and kinda crumbly when they’re cooked in the chicken. They only get brittle when they’re allowed to dry after the meat is stripped off. The whole “shards of bone will pierce their stomach/intestines” idea is kind of a myth. They’re still a choking hazard, but that’s true for any bones, cooked or not.
I’m sure I’ll get a few people who want to link some blog that says otherwise, but that’s what the emergency vets told me the first time my dog ate fried chicken.