I opened the door and there was Minnie feasting on a chipmunk. I had to step over her. Really I didn’t want to distract her. If she’s going to kill the chipmunk, then I’d prefer she eat it too.
I know the cats are eating well.
They do every spring and summer and show little interest in the dry cat food I put out for them twice a day. I’m grateful they show little interest in birds, it’s usually, mice, voles, moles, chipmunks and sometimes even baby rabbits.
But that’s their work.
Minnie and Flo are barn cats even if they now spend their winters inside the house. When we first moved to the farm Minnie left us a few dead rats. I haven’t seen anymore rats since that first fall when we moved here.
So even though I’d rather not have to witness Minnie eating a chipmunk or baby rabbit, I know I can’t choose which animals she kills and eats or get her to see my point of view.
When I came back to the house after feeding the animals, Minnie was sitting in my garden.
I put up a small fence around the front of the garden to keep the chickens and cats from digging up all the seeds I planted. And just yesterday I lined the back porch with my potted cacti to make a barricade to keep Minnie from peeing in it.
When I saw Minnie sitting in the garden I thought of how little control I really have.
Instead of getting upset, I put a couple more cacti in the line-up on the back porch and at the same time accepted that it may make no difference at all.
Nature has a way of humbling us humans. No matter how often and determined we are to control and destroy her, I believe, ultimately, she will survive us.