Angry Kitty

Okay...well yesterday, I was awoken by the obnoxious voices of my siblings, who for some reason, were yelling at 8:00 in the morning. I mean damn, what could be so big that we need to wake others up so early? Well apparently, my cat killed a bird. Well, I'm not sure if I can say killed...since when he got it...he brought it up to the front door, still alive. When my mom went outside, she saw it and knew what happened.

This isn't the first time he's done something like this. He seems to have some weird fettish with playing with birds before killing them.

So my mom goes to get a spatula and picks up the little guy. He couldn't of been more than a week old. He only had like one feather on him. Keep in mind, he was still alive, so she couldn't pick him up with her hands or else the mom won't come back for it.

So anyway, she puts the bird were she thinks nothing can get to it, were it's safe. Wrong...when she came out later, she saw all these ants on him. Now, once again she moved him, only this time near the back were she noticed lots of birds flying around. She said the bird was still alive though so she was hoping the mother would like get it back on the nest. She also mentioned how the birds back there doubled after she left the baby back there.
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I was now getting pissed. This was not the first thime this has happened. He has killed animals before. I realize he is a cat and it's in his blood, but since when do domesticated animals climb trees and steal baby birds? That's something wild animals do.

So after getting him in, we decide to keep him in for the rest of the day. We wanted to give that bird a chance.

So as the day progressed, Simba became more and more restless. He would not stop crying to be let out. Always standing at the door and hollaring and scratching the door. He eventually gave up on that and started to try some new tricks. He would come up to you, and when you tried to pick him up, he would run to the door...thinking he would be let out. Well no.

As the day grew longer and longer, his antics continued. He now started to sprint everywhere, sometimes running into things like ovens and refridgerators.

Finally he gave up, and started getting ugly. See, he has never really liked my little brother and sister...so when they went to pet him...he would make this noise...and then start to bite. After that, I picked him up and just kept him in my room with the door closed. If he was going to bite, then he would just have to stay somewhere where he can't get out.
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I feel I may go get my cat a collar with some bell attatched to it. If I let the cat out, I think I may want to have something that gives the birds a warning whenever he is coming.