As you may know - or if you don't know, check out my latest posts -, my wife has a cat called Lucky.
Lucky came to our lives when we moved houses, she was the previous owner's cat but apparently they abandoned her. When we got to our new home, she adopted us.
Every now and then and when she's not too tired nor being lazy without any proper reason, she brings us some of her prey. Apparently she believes we are not able to feed ourselves, which is why sometimes she brings prey still alive, just to give the final punch - or scratch in her case - right before she offers it to us.
This time it was a pigeon the one with the short straw. Eventually she gave up from offering her latest delicacy after seeing we wouldn't take it, and it was her dinner. Not a bad dinner if you ask me.
Don't get me wrong, I believe cats are a pest and they are the sole responsibles from making several species go extinct and I believe that outside cats is some sort of fuck you to the environment and to nature but, Lucky was an outside cat and who knows how long she had to wait until we arrived to that home to finally have a family again so, despite all my efforts to make her a house cat, she never yielded and it was a pain in the ass for several months until we finally let her out.
Now she comes and goes as she pleases. She's already neutered and I'm convinced that the next time that my wife decides to get a cat, it will be a house cat or nothing.
