Blogger changes have made me tentative to update but the template looks OK, my temerity was misplaced. So, what's been happening?

With summer here the catching season is upon us. That's true in both town and country. With fledgelings about, the city is still full of prey but that said, Binks has not been so prolific, accounting for only two. The blackbirds outside are ever vigilant and their warning squawks are audible even above the roar of the traffic. In the country it is rabbits. On one visit he got a poor specimen that had myxamatosis; though not yet having developed the worst of the symptoms, its senses were clearly compromised. Binks had it by the scruff of the neck and dropped it when confronted on the immediate inside of the cat-flap. I suppose I should have put it out of its eventual misery but I just can't do that sort of thing, so I walked it across the common in a paper bag and released it. It was quite lost.

The next rabbit at close quarters was in even worse shape - on the grounds that it lacked a head. That morning the kitchen was a scene of carnage. There was the headless rabbit, a dead mouse and the attempts to eat the rabbit had caused the cat to throw up. It was just as well that we hadn't had breakfast. All this was deposited on the rug. He has a thing about rugs.

So, 2 rabbits and a mouse, before that the standard brace of mice/voles, one alive and one dead. I'm beginning to get concerned about my promise to go through and add up the prey.