Contrary to this picture of Billie Elliot spending some time in the saddle, she is a complete city cat. She is an amusing creature. Billie spends a lot of time acting like the pin ball in a pin ball machine, launches herself at us from hiding spots around the house, prefers her ice cream with out nuts and is a bit of a kleptomaniac. We of course have no one to blame but ourselves as she’s been with us since 2 weeks old, bottle fed and all.
Her transition to country life has almost been as amusing as my own. She prefers to challenge the quail that run up and down the drive way from the safety of her perch at the window. Taken out to the barn to earn her keep around here, a baby mouse had her in fear and trembling. (I can’t really say as I blame her, as I don’t ‘do’ rodents. Actually, I don’t ‘do’ rodents, reptiles or dead things. This was also recently amended this week to include not ‘doing’ ticks.)
Wandering out on the porch with Pat she was feeling just fine until a pheasant strutted through the yard. She took off for the house in a flash!
Last night an unfortunate tiny 2 inch baby bird managed to slip into the house where the door is awaiting its final installation. The poor little bird met the mighty hunter. There was much commotion. It is a good thing Pat got up first… There are however a few feathers left that tell the tale.
Love it! What a cat, she sounds just like mine!
I love removing ticks too! So easy, isn’t it.