Brody is embarrassed to admit this, but he’s 11 years old…and he’s never caught a bird.
A recent squirrel-chasing fiasco opened our eyes to Brody’s desperate situation:
I let Buddy (his nickname) out to explore the back deck when suddenly he spotted a squirrel nearby and TOOK OFF!!
“GOOOOOOO BUDDY!!” I cheered. But I spoke too soon.
The poor cat used up all of his energy in the initial sprint and finished the chase in a jog. When the squirrel darted up a tree, Brody was at a loss. He hesitated at the bottom, knowing his instinct should be to climb up, but Brody has never climbed a tree. (The fact that we trim his claws doesn’t help.)
And from that morning forth, our cat son has been in training to kill a mockingbird (or any bird) by the end of summer!
To achieve this goal, Brody has embarked on a strict training regimen that includes the following:
Early morning staircase sprints
Window sill chin-ups (3 sets of 2 for now)
Daily nail tending
(We’ve put off cutting them till he reaches his goal)
Target [Stare] Practice
As a cat mother, I worry that the bird Brody chooses will be a vicious, jawing bluejay or dive-bombing mockingbird.
A robin would be nice.
Or maybe a sparrow.
I guess he has 8 more week to decide.