This morning I gave Tom a wee saucer of milk while I was having my breakfast. He looked at it rather disdainfully because he much prefers double cream. However two minutes later Flora came in to the kitchen through the cat flap. Tom’s eyes widened when he saw her and he immediately started lapping at the milk so that she couldn’t get any! This reminded me of our wee West Highland Terriers in the 1970s, Mandy and Judy, who were only interested in eating bread when my parents put some out on the grass for the birds to eat.
Despite his initial doubts about her, Tom seems to have accepted Flora. She is so affectionate and her adoration of him has won him over. They play together both indoors and out, and for some reason Tom enjoys licking Flora’s face.
Yesterday Tom brought in a live mouse in the evening, and then gave it to Flora. I tried to rescue it but she was too fast for me and ran away with the unfortunate rodent clamped in her jaws. She returned with it later, now sadly deceased, and continued to demonstrate all her killing moves - it’s incredible how she knows what to do - throwing it in the air and then slamming it down. When I eventually managed to take it away from her, she kept looking for it. She’s so cute and yet so bloodthirsty.
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