In bed going to sleep and all I can hear is ‘MEOW MEOW MEOW’ over and over again as the bathroom window is open. I can tell it is one of my cats, so I turn the lights on, go downstairs and open the front door. Bluey comes running into the house so I figured she was hungry and gave her a few treats. I let her back out and she started sniffing the floor so I step out to have a look. Turned out she’d killed a bird and had been crying at the door for me to go and see my present!
I’m used to Bluey catching mice, but today for the first time ever she caught a bird. I heard a loud noise and ran to the conservatory, to see a live bird in her mouth, flapping around, trying to escape. I ran straight into the conservatory and picked Bluey up. I then locked her in the house. My cousin came into the conservatory to help me find the bird, but we couldn’t see it and therefore we started moving the furniture around. We finally found it hiding under a ledge and I proceeded to catch it. It was so scared that it flew straight into the window! I finally caught it.
I noticed that it was gasping for breath, so I continued to hold it for a while to check that it was okay. It was making weird clicking noises.
Once it finally stopped making the clicking noises, I took it into the garden to release it. I sat it on a brick and it just flopped onto it’s side; it was dead. I had tried so hard to save this bird and it was gone! It’s a cruel world and I hate it when my cat kills little animals, but I tried my best to save it and there wasn’t anything more I could do.
If you looked at one of my other posts, you may have noticed that before we got Bluey, we had a cat called Chin-Chin. It is coming up to the three year anniversary of her death (May 23rd) and therefore I thought I’d tell you a little bit about her story.
She was sat in the cattery with her two kittens, crying at my mum; we never went to see the cats to end up with one, but mum couldn’t help herself and we ended up taking her home with us. She was two years old when we got her and we’re not sure of how she ended up in a cattery, we just hope that it wasn’t due to neglectful or abusive previous owners.
She was the first pet that I properly felt love for, but she wasn’t just my pet, she was also my best friend. She was a hyper cat when she was younger. She used to hide under the bed and then attack my feet as I walked past and she wasn’t exactly gentle about it. She split my lip open once and even somehow ended up dangling from my forehead by just one claw at one point when I picked her up for a cuddle. Saying that now, it makes me laugh, especially the fact that the only injury I ended up with was a pin size hole in my forehead.
There was one time when I caught her attacking a bird, so me and my nan jumped out of the window to rescue the bird and my nan ripped her trousers on the window catch. We squirted her with water and managed to save the petrified bird, although it had a broken wing. I took it in the house with me and made a nest for it out of ripped up bits of kitchen paper. The bird would perch on my finger and sleep in the palm of my hands and I fed it porridge, but when it got to bedtime mum let it out into the back garden and I never saw it again. Although she caught birds occasionally, mice seemed too ‘mainstream’ for her and her favourite thing to kill was dragonflies. A few weeks before she died, she even managed to catch a bat.
It all went wrong when my mum and stepdad split up and we moved house taking Chin-Chin with us. She kept peeing on the floor and drinking excessively. She was constantly perched on the toilet seat drinking out of the toilet. We knew something was wrong, as she stayed this way for a few months and would spend a lot of the time sat in the same place in the front garden.
On the 23rd of May 2011, we took her to the vets in the hope that they could help her. We found out that she had kidney failure and that they could do an operation on her, but it would only prolong her life rather than cure her. As she was 14 years old, mum made the decision to put her to sleep rather than for her to go through an operation at her age, that wouldn’t even cure her. After working with animals and seeing them get put to sleep before, I decided that I would do the same for Chin-Chin and it was okay, because I was used to this. But I was so wrong. I held her as she was put to sleep and now I have to live with the guilt that I helped her to die. I will never get over doing that and also seeing her face afterwards, where her eyes were wide open and her tongue was stuck out. I could never, ever do that again.
I will always love Chin-Chin and I will never ever forget that she was the animal that taught me love. R.I.P Chin and I hope that wherever you are you will be safe until the time comes when you will not be alone anymore.