The Cat Came Back

I think I have a cat. Or rather I think a cat has me. I'll try to be clearer.

Three times in the last two months I have come home to find a freshly dead bird on my front step. The first time (robin) I didn't think too much of it, the second time (another robin) I thought something might be up, and now after the third time (a woodpecker) I'm fairly sure there's a neighbourhood cat leaving me presents.

Lets go back in time a little bit. Last year about this time when I would come home from the theatre there was a grey cat named Dante (I know this because he has a name tag on his collar) hanging around my side door. A couple of times he followed me into the house and I had to toss him back out. I've seen him around a couple times lately so I can only assume it's him trying to win my favour with these presents.

I'm not really a cat person so I think I'll just ignore him for a while longer and see if he finds someone else to try to move in with.

I'll keep you posted.