Our mild mannered house cat, Julio has started to put on weight. Because of this, I have taken over the feeding of the cat. I have always been in charge of feeding the dog because she is my dog and my responsibility and has really never had a weight problem.
Cats will overeat and cry for food even when they aren't actually hungry. So it is up to the humans to make sure they get what is best for them.
Julio has been on this new regime for just about a week. A few days after we started cutting back the rations and only feeding the cat when it is feeding time we noticed something. More dead mice were appearing in the house. I'm not counting the dead ones I have pulled out of the mousetrap under the sink. These are brought-in-through-the-cat-flap mice. I pray we keep on top of the mouse corpse situation. Finding an partially decomposed mouse is unpleasant.
Two days ago, The Man of the Place found the head of a pheasant in the hallway. That's a bit odd. He threw it out. Just now, I tripped over something in the dark . . . .it was a whole dead pheasant.
Has hunger driven our poor cat to catching whole adult game birds? Bleh