first blood

purdey is a rescue cat, a timid wee rescue cat.

we've had her for eight years now and the SSPCA reckon she was two when we got her. for six years we lived in a 2nd floor flat and it's taken us two years to have sash and case windows installed in our new house to allow the wee monster direct access to the back garden.

the garden is visited by three cats. two have been vanquished, the third put up more of a fight and tried to chase purdey back into the flat. following that set back it's taken a few days for her to venture back out.

tonight saw her first rodent catch - a tiny wee mouse. susan heard a squeak, spotted the capture and bravely squealed and ran away when the cat headed back inside with the mooses tail sticking out of her mouth. i HTFUd and got her to drop it and flicked it back out of the window.

all highly amusing. time to get a killing brick?