EllenD
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- Aug 20, 2016
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- Senegal Parrot named "Kane"; Yellow-Sided Green Cheek Conure named "Bowie"; Blue Quaker Parrot named "Lita Ford"; Cockatiel named "Duff"; 8 American/English Budgie Hybrids; Ringneck Dove named "Dylan"
To anyone that allows their cats to run freely all day, all throughout their neighborhoods, here's why it's selfish, disrespectful, and can be tragic.
I was outside this morning with my two 2 and a half month old Pekin ducks, IN MY OWN YARD, just walking around with them and getting some exercise. It's colder today and looks like rain, so we weren't out long before I told them we were going to go inside and they could go swimming in the tub while I cleaned out their sleeping pen. They are getting very big now, Pekin ducks are very large ducks and these two are getting huge. They still follow me single file though, just like they have since the day I first babysat them when they were a week old. I have a 7 foot wooden privacy fence around my backyard and usually they are allowed out there, but today I hadn't cleaned up the backyard yet from the dogs, so I took them out into the front and side yard, totally supervised and never out of my sight. This was a decision that I will regret for the rest of my life.
As we were walking towards the front door, out of nowhere a huge, obviously male black cat dove and just tackled Slash, the larger of my two ducks. I heard him absolutely just screaming and Axel, my other duck, ran off standing up with his wings spread across the front yard. Slash was screaming and screaming as the cat wrestled around with him, sinking his front and rear claws into him. Ducks have no teeth, pretty much no way to defend themselves except very tiny nails which do nothing. I ran full tilt at them and jumped on top of them, and tried to rip the cat off of him, but he was just rolling him all over the ground and every time I tried to grab him I got my hands ripped up. I finally just did the only thing I could think of to do, though it killed me to hurt an animal even if he was killing my pet. I stood up and as soon as the cat rolled with his back to me I did the hardest field goal kick I could do. The cat screamed and hissed, and then backed up about two feet, still hissing and growling at me now. Slash laid motionless on the ground, blood everywhere. He is white with black markings, and he was just covered in red. The cat wouldn't let me get to Slash, so I started making all kinds of noise, telling him to get out of here, inching my way towards slash. Then I heard Axel quacking, coming up over the hill from my driveway towards us. Terrified that the cat would get Axel next if he went back through the front yard, I again kicked the cat as he stood with his back hunched up, hissing at me. I kicked at him so he'd have to run away through the back yard and into the neighbor's back yard so that I could get both of my ducks into the garage. This cat would not leave, I kicked it again, but I realized that I really wasn't trying to hurt the cat, it made me sick to hurt an animal, so sick. But I couldn't wait any longer to get to Slash and Axel, so grabbed a large stick from my other neighbor's wood pile behind me and started swatting at the cat and pushing him towards the backyard. I clipped his face with the stick, very lightly but apparently enough to scare him away. He took off behind my house. I ran to Slash, scooped him up, grabbed Axel with my other arm, and ran as fast as I could into my garage and shut the door. I got a glimpse out of the window in my garage door and saw two different neighbors, both adult men that lived right across the street from me and I guess watched the entire thing but chose not to help me. I had no idea what neighbor this cat belonged to at the time, I'd never seen him before, though the neighbors directly to the left of me have 4 or 5 cats that they let run all day long, every day, and they call them in around 9:00 each night. They're very nice neighbors, they're from Russia and are both here on a grant teaching at Penn State and have been renting the house for about 4 years. I hoped to God it wasn't a new cat of theirs.
Slash was dead. He had been torn apart and most likely bled to death while I was trying to get the cat to leave. I held him and just cried and cried and cried. I managed to compose myself and cleaned Slash up as best I could so that I could show his body to Axel and let him say goodbye. These two were siblings and were both purchased by a friend of mine together, so they have never been apart for more than a minute or two at the vet. That's it. Other than that they have been together every second of every day. I don't know what to do for Axel, I showed him Slash's body and told him that Slash was gone, and Axel started making the loudest noises I've ever heard a duck make, just honking and quacking and screaming and I guess the other sound was how a duck whines or cries. I took a shower with Axel in the tub with me because we were both covered in blood, Axel had laid down on top of Slash's body and wouldn't get up.
I'm not sure what to do, I'm holding him up on the couch, wrapped up in blankets, and he goes from crying to falling asleep to waking up and just wailing again until he falls back asleep. I'm assuming he's calling for Slash, it's breaking my heart. So I'm just holding him close and scratching him, and hoping he's OK.
To make things worse I just got a phone call on my landline from the State Police, I guess one of them is coming here shortly to take a statement from me and to see "the evidence" of what the cat did, because one of my lovely neighbors called them to report that I was kicking a neighbor's cat and hitting it with a stick. This is why I told you all the story above, I know laws very by state and municipality (Yes, I'm zoned for domestic ducks, I checked that out before I committed to keeping them), but I would assume that since the cat came on to my property because it was allowed to run free by it's owner, and it killed my pet that was on my property, that I shouldn't get into any trouble here, but who knows. I love how the big neighbors just stand and watch my duck be killed and me get attacked, don't offer help at all, then call the State Police on me because I was trying to defend my only remaining live duck from also being killed. My hands, arms, and neck are a bloody mess and my face has fine scratches all over it. I think a few of the scratches on my right hand that were made by the cat's back claws need stitches, and I've got 4-5 bites as well. All I care about right now is Axel being okay and I can't even bury my dead pet because he's "evidence". I'll update after I talk to the police..
"Dance like nobody's watching..."
I was outside this morning with my two 2 and a half month old Pekin ducks, IN MY OWN YARD, just walking around with them and getting some exercise. It's colder today and looks like rain, so we weren't out long before I told them we were going to go inside and they could go swimming in the tub while I cleaned out their sleeping pen. They are getting very big now, Pekin ducks are very large ducks and these two are getting huge. They still follow me single file though, just like they have since the day I first babysat them when they were a week old. I have a 7 foot wooden privacy fence around my backyard and usually they are allowed out there, but today I hadn't cleaned up the backyard yet from the dogs, so I took them out into the front and side yard, totally supervised and never out of my sight. This was a decision that I will regret for the rest of my life.
As we were walking towards the front door, out of nowhere a huge, obviously male black cat dove and just tackled Slash, the larger of my two ducks. I heard him absolutely just screaming and Axel, my other duck, ran off standing up with his wings spread across the front yard. Slash was screaming and screaming as the cat wrestled around with him, sinking his front and rear claws into him. Ducks have no teeth, pretty much no way to defend themselves except very tiny nails which do nothing. I ran full tilt at them and jumped on top of them, and tried to rip the cat off of him, but he was just rolling him all over the ground and every time I tried to grab him I got my hands ripped up. I finally just did the only thing I could think of to do, though it killed me to hurt an animal even if he was killing my pet. I stood up and as soon as the cat rolled with his back to me I did the hardest field goal kick I could do. The cat screamed and hissed, and then backed up about two feet, still hissing and growling at me now. Slash laid motionless on the ground, blood everywhere. He is white with black markings, and he was just covered in red. The cat wouldn't let me get to Slash, so I started making all kinds of noise, telling him to get out of here, inching my way towards slash. Then I heard Axel quacking, coming up over the hill from my driveway towards us. Terrified that the cat would get Axel next if he went back through the front yard, I again kicked the cat as he stood with his back hunched up, hissing at me. I kicked at him so he'd have to run away through the back yard and into the neighbor's back yard so that I could get both of my ducks into the garage. This cat would not leave, I kicked it again, but I realized that I really wasn't trying to hurt the cat, it made me sick to hurt an animal, so sick. But I couldn't wait any longer to get to Slash and Axel, so grabbed a large stick from my other neighbor's wood pile behind me and started swatting at the cat and pushing him towards the backyard. I clipped his face with the stick, very lightly but apparently enough to scare him away. He took off behind my house. I ran to Slash, scooped him up, grabbed Axel with my other arm, and ran as fast as I could into my garage and shut the door. I got a glimpse out of the window in my garage door and saw two different neighbors, both adult men that lived right across the street from me and I guess watched the entire thing but chose not to help me. I had no idea what neighbor this cat belonged to at the time, I'd never seen him before, though the neighbors directly to the left of me have 4 or 5 cats that they let run all day long, every day, and they call them in around 9:00 each night. They're very nice neighbors, they're from Russia and are both here on a grant teaching at Penn State and have been renting the house for about 4 years. I hoped to God it wasn't a new cat of theirs.
Slash was dead. He had been torn apart and most likely bled to death while I was trying to get the cat to leave. I held him and just cried and cried and cried. I managed to compose myself and cleaned Slash up as best I could so that I could show his body to Axel and let him say goodbye. These two were siblings and were both purchased by a friend of mine together, so they have never been apart for more than a minute or two at the vet. That's it. Other than that they have been together every second of every day. I don't know what to do for Axel, I showed him Slash's body and told him that Slash was gone, and Axel started making the loudest noises I've ever heard a duck make, just honking and quacking and screaming and I guess the other sound was how a duck whines or cries. I took a shower with Axel in the tub with me because we were both covered in blood, Axel had laid down on top of Slash's body and wouldn't get up.
I'm not sure what to do, I'm holding him up on the couch, wrapped up in blankets, and he goes from crying to falling asleep to waking up and just wailing again until he falls back asleep. I'm assuming he's calling for Slash, it's breaking my heart. So I'm just holding him close and scratching him, and hoping he's OK.
To make things worse I just got a phone call on my landline from the State Police, I guess one of them is coming here shortly to take a statement from me and to see "the evidence" of what the cat did, because one of my lovely neighbors called them to report that I was kicking a neighbor's cat and hitting it with a stick. This is why I told you all the story above, I know laws very by state and municipality (Yes, I'm zoned for domestic ducks, I checked that out before I committed to keeping them), but I would assume that since the cat came on to my property because it was allowed to run free by it's owner, and it killed my pet that was on my property, that I shouldn't get into any trouble here, but who knows. I love how the big neighbors just stand and watch my duck be killed and me get attacked, don't offer help at all, then call the State Police on me because I was trying to defend my only remaining live duck from also being killed. My hands, arms, and neck are a bloody mess and my face has fine scratches all over it. I think a few of the scratches on my right hand that were made by the cat's back claws need stitches, and I've got 4-5 bites as well. All I care about right now is Axel being okay and I can't even bury my dead pet because he's "evidence". I'll update after I talk to the police..
"Dance like nobody's watching..."