Prey Meet Predator
A pigeon managed to sneak under the pigeon netting on my balcony. So I quickly caught the thing and, being ever helpful, decided to give the bird a lesson on why not to venture onto my balcony again. I called the cats over and showed the bird that my home is protected by fierce carnivores. I had hoped to instill a sense of dread in the pigeon and maybe rekindle some primal instincts in my cats. This didn't go as well as I expected.
Here is the imaginary conversation I had my my cat:
Me: Radar I've got a surprise for you!
Radar: Oh boy! Someone new to play with?
Me: No, it's prey. You hunt it down, toy with it for a bit and then kill it.
Radar: Oh yeah, I play game that with Bogie at 2 in the morning. It's fun!
Me: No, no ... you don't get it. Birds are prey. You kill them and eat them. It's food.
Radar: What? Oh, pull the other one! Food comes in cans or those big bags ... When you're ready to engage in an intelligent conversation you know where to find me. It was nice meeting your friend.
Prey Meet Predator
A pigeon managed to sneak under the pigeon netting on my balcony. So I quickly caught the thing and, being ever helpful, decided to give the bird a lesson on why not to venture onto my balcony again. I called the cats over and showed the bird that my home is protected by fierce carnivores. I had hoped to instill a sense of dread in the pigeon and maybe rekindle some primal instincts in my cats. This didn't go as well as I expected.
Here is the imaginary conversation I had my my cat:
Me: Radar I've got a surprise for you!
Radar: Oh boy! Someone new to play with?
Me: No, it's prey. You hunt it down, toy with it for a bit and then kill it.
Radar: Oh yeah, I play game that with Bogie at 2 in the morning. It's fun!
Me: No, no ... you don't get it. Birds are prey. You kill them and eat them. It's food.
Radar: What? Oh, pull the other one! Food comes in cans or those big bags ... When you're ready to engage in an intelligent conversation you know where to find me. It was nice meeting your friend.