We could hear one of the cats crying at our front door this evening and on further inspection realised they had caught a bat - which in itself is quite a feat I'd expect. This is the one aspect of cats that I truly dislike though. The whole catching of animals for sport when obviously our cats are well fed and not in need of hunting for food. However, if it's mice, then I'm all good with that and yet we have found them to be quite useless in this department, go figure - and decided to come and show us how clever they were.
CJ took said bat (teensy little bat) to examine and we found a little hole in it's wing and a bit of blood around the neck so, naturally we have assumed the poor little thing would not be taking too many more breaths. CJ kept him warm in his hand while watching TV and when the bat gave a little wiggle, he opened his hand to show the girls.
It was at this point that our clever little pal decided to make a break for it. Apparently the hole in his wing did not stop him from flying and it would seem the cats had not done enough damage to dampen this little guy's spirit.
And now we have a bat somewhere in our home, hiding out and we can not find him for love nor money!
If he comes flying out at me when I fold the washing - because all of our washing is hung inside tonight due to the rain - or when I rummage through the gift cupboard that has no door at present, I will absolutely crap myself!