My cat brought in a pigeon from my balcony inside the living room recently. I had seen them kill flies and moths but when I heard flapping wings and saw Lexie’s mouth clamped around the pigeon’s neck, I lost it.

The pigeon tried to escape by slamming into the living room window. Next, it made its way to the kitchen. I finally snapped out of it and shut Lexie in the laundry before she could finish the job. I tried to grab the pigeon but being scared and grossed out made the job harder. After a few futile attempts, I made a call and the poor pigeon was finally free, minus some feathers on the living room floor.

There was a time when I was scared of milder antics of cats. The first time I got a cat, I lasted five days. Gabby didn’t understand my rules which included: don’t jump on the kitchen counter, the dining table or me, don’t enter my bedroom and don’t scratch the fly screen. He broke every rule and had to go but I felt sad. I asked if I could take him again and now I have two cats! Life just wouldn’t be the same without them.