Sure, I want to get rid of the pigeons in my attic, but I never wanted it this way. Smudgins is a beautiful Russian Blue cat, with soft fur that hardly sheds at all, an easy purr, a friendly attitude towards kids, and a deep love of sitting in my lap as I read. I deliberately chose to keep her as an indoor cat, because I live on a busy street, and I can’t bear to think of her as a victim of an accident. I dread the idea of someone knocking on my door to inform me they ran over my cat, or worse, just having her disappear. So, I keep her indoors, and she seems to be happy. I guess I underestimated the driving need a cat feels for hunting. I never saw the vicious side of her, until now.
I have known about the pigeons in the attic for a couple of months, now. I know I’ve been lazy, but I’m busy with work, and when I come home, I just want to relax with some soft music playing as I cook and eat a gourmet meal by myself (I love to cook), and then sit in my comfortable couch reading a good book and petting Smudgins. It’s not an exciting life, but I’m happy, and that’s all that really matters, isn’t it?
So, I’ve been lazy. I know I need to get rid of the pigeons in the attic, but I’ve grown accustomed to the rustling noise up there, and I just didn’t make it a priority. Until now.
I woke up this morning, put on my slippers, and headed into the kitchen for some breakfast. My feet slid on something wet on the floor, and when I flipped on the light, I screamed. It was blood. Not a lot, but enough. And feathers. And some entrails and other pigeon parts. It seems Smudgins got feisty during the night, found her way up into the attic, and caught herself a pigeon. As cats do, she obviously felt the need to play catch-and-release-and-catch-again with it. Otherwise, she would have just killed it in the attic and munched on it up there. Instead, there I was, standing in the midst of the most horrific kill I’d ever witnessed, feathers and pigeon blood in the middle of my kitchen floor.
And Smudgins sauntered into the kitchen, looking smug and pleased as could be. She actually had the gall to meow at me for not filling up her cat dish fast enough this morning.
It is now a priority for me to get rid of pigeons. I can’t bear the thought of waking up to that again. Good thing I can call Allstate Animal Control and get rid of the pigeons right away. What a nightmare!