vicious killer
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dragonlady7As I mentioned this morning, Chita caught a bird today. She snagged a sparrow from the feeder, brought it into the porch, lost her grip on it, then caught it again in midair and killed it immediately. I shooed her outside, and shut her out there when she kept trying to come in with the dead bird.
Z hadn't gotten out of bed yet, but came to see what I was yelling about (I was barely awake and completely confused about what was going on at first, as Chita had never shown any skill at catching birds before). He and I watched her in some consternation as she poked in confusion at the poor dead thing.
I went out after a little bit and picked it up to make her look at it again. She kept bumping her head against me and asking for approval, so I petted her. Finally she began to play with the dead bird, and I snuck away to wash my hands.
She tossed it around like a little feathery beachball for a while, and I couldn't bear to watch. I'm used to that sort of thing, or used to be, but it just looked so awful. Cats are horrible, really.
Finally she beat it up enough that she realized it was full of meat, so she settled down to eat it. She ate about half of it before begging to come inside. I let her in, but went out and sat in the driveway so she came back out to me and rediscovered the carcass before the flies did. She ate the rest of it, except the head, which she left as a bedraggled little offering in the middle of the driveway.
Oh well.
I won't make a stink about how horrible it is-- cats are vicious predators, they just are. They're one of the few animals who will kill solely for sport. They torture their prey in awful ways-- I'm just glad this poor bird didn't suffer. (I know it didn't because I saw her kill it; she caught it out of the air in her teeth, by the chest, and it tried once to peck her but was dead within seconds.)
But I am pretty adamant that if you kill the dang thing, you gotta eat it. I didn't feed her until several hours after the flies had settled onto the few remaining pieces of the sparrow.
Then she came inside and there was a moth in the office, and I actually helped her catch it-- I turned off the overhead light, turned on the desk lamp, and used a pencil to poke the thing out of a hidey hole it had found so that she could snag it. Somehow I didn't feel bad about the insect. I felt bad about the bird, but not the bug. Go figure. (I think Chita's total today was at least three, for things killed and eaten: the bird, the moth, and at least one, possibly two or three, houseflies. She's become quite the huntress.)
I was productive today, and feel I've finally escaped the funk I've been in... what, all month? I don't know, I've been really useless lately. But not today. No, I went from start to finish on a whole garment today, making that choli I linked to. I'm still going to add the skirt part of it.
It doesn't really fit. It's not anything like as supportive as it needs to be. Guess what! The shoulder strap parts are too big.
My problem is not that I have big boobs, but that I have tiny shoulders. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
I actually made the whole thing twice, too, because it's entirely lined, so I made the lining, tried it on and adjusted it (and put in darts, and darts, and darts, and shit, it's not even close to being shaped like it was, and I had to add a gusset to make the sleeves actually attach), and then unpicked most of it to sew the shell fabric to it. I made it out of an eyelet material like you make curtains out of, because a choli is hardly period for my persona, and neither is eyelet curtain material, so it seemed like a match made in heaven. Also it's light and breathable and since it's lined, it doesn't matter that it's totally see-through. And it'll look cool once I put the skirt on.
But only if I can figure out how to shorten the shoulder bits without screwing the sleeves entirely. At the moment it's so floppy that the entire inside front seam shows, because my boobs flop it down below the band. Hot, no? Yes, it's really attractive.
I'll get the hang of something eventually. But the whole time I was sewing it, I was wearing an excruciatingly uncomfortable bra, because the one bra that fits me, plus the two that almost fit, are in the wash, and all I had left was a choice between seventeen or twenty or so bras that just don't fit me. Yup yup yup. Good times.
Z hadn't gotten out of bed yet, but came to see what I was yelling about (I was barely awake and completely confused about what was going on at first, as Chita had never shown any skill at catching birds before). He and I watched her in some consternation as she poked in confusion at the poor dead thing.
I went out after a little bit and picked it up to make her look at it again. She kept bumping her head against me and asking for approval, so I petted her. Finally she began to play with the dead bird, and I snuck away to wash my hands.
She tossed it around like a little feathery beachball for a while, and I couldn't bear to watch. I'm used to that sort of thing, or used to be, but it just looked so awful. Cats are horrible, really.
Finally she beat it up enough that she realized it was full of meat, so she settled down to eat it. She ate about half of it before begging to come inside. I let her in, but went out and sat in the driveway so she came back out to me and rediscovered the carcass before the flies did. She ate the rest of it, except the head, which she left as a bedraggled little offering in the middle of the driveway.
Oh well.
I won't make a stink about how horrible it is-- cats are vicious predators, they just are. They're one of the few animals who will kill solely for sport. They torture their prey in awful ways-- I'm just glad this poor bird didn't suffer. (I know it didn't because I saw her kill it; she caught it out of the air in her teeth, by the chest, and it tried once to peck her but was dead within seconds.)
But I am pretty adamant that if you kill the dang thing, you gotta eat it. I didn't feed her until several hours after the flies had settled onto the few remaining pieces of the sparrow.
Then she came inside and there was a moth in the office, and I actually helped her catch it-- I turned off the overhead light, turned on the desk lamp, and used a pencil to poke the thing out of a hidey hole it had found so that she could snag it. Somehow I didn't feel bad about the insect. I felt bad about the bird, but not the bug. Go figure. (I think Chita's total today was at least three, for things killed and eaten: the bird, the moth, and at least one, possibly two or three, houseflies. She's become quite the huntress.)
I was productive today, and feel I've finally escaped the funk I've been in... what, all month? I don't know, I've been really useless lately. But not today. No, I went from start to finish on a whole garment today, making that choli I linked to. I'm still going to add the skirt part of it.
It doesn't really fit. It's not anything like as supportive as it needs to be. Guess what! The shoulder strap parts are too big.
My problem is not that I have big boobs, but that I have tiny shoulders. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
I actually made the whole thing twice, too, because it's entirely lined, so I made the lining, tried it on and adjusted it (and put in darts, and darts, and darts, and shit, it's not even close to being shaped like it was, and I had to add a gusset to make the sleeves actually attach), and then unpicked most of it to sew the shell fabric to it. I made it out of an eyelet material like you make curtains out of, because a choli is hardly period for my persona, and neither is eyelet curtain material, so it seemed like a match made in heaven. Also it's light and breathable and since it's lined, it doesn't matter that it's totally see-through. And it'll look cool once I put the skirt on.
But only if I can figure out how to shorten the shoulder bits without screwing the sleeves entirely. At the moment it's so floppy that the entire inside front seam shows, because my boobs flop it down below the band. Hot, no? Yes, it's really attractive.
I'll get the hang of something eventually. But the whole time I was sewing it, I was wearing an excruciatingly uncomfortable bra, because the one bra that fits me, plus the two that almost fit, are in the wash, and all I had left was a choice between seventeen or twenty or so bras that just don't fit me. Yup yup yup. Good times.
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Date: 2008-07-22 05:53 am (UTC)I know how horrible it can be, though. Lucky, my mother's cat, did the exact same thing about a month ago. I tried to save the poor bird, got a nice set of bites myself, and in the end I left because I couldn't bear to watch.
At least they ate it.