Originally Posted by
angiebroch:
“Many years ago, my beautiful.but voracious, long since departed Oscar, attempted to bring in a family size joint of beef! I wondered what the commotion was at the flap only to find silly puss trying to drag it through....and it was still hot...wonder which of my neighbours missed their dinner that day?
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That's funny.
Not dragging in, but seeing off. My old cat, Tom (I named him when I was 5, original eh) was a tom and he would see off anything on his territory.
I once saw him chase a fox all the way down the garden and through the back fence. Boy, did he strut his stuff then! He was also great at getting rid of moles.
As a typical tom-cat he was quite fearless. He had a kennel in the garden, used to disappear into the woods weeks at a time when the wenches were in season and he would fight his corner despite having very few teeth.
One of the things that totally melted my heart, though, was when I found him alseep on top of his kennel during a snowy winter. He had been sniffling for ages and I hadn't worked out why until then. When I lifted the lid I discovered a mother and baby hedgehogs (5 I think) all curled up in his kennel, toasty warm in the sheepskin rug!
I guess cats don't catch hedgehogs.