I’m slowly coming to the conclusion that George is in fact a zombie cat. He certainly seems to have an unnatural taste for brains. For instance this duck that he brought in, is missing only its head. Why choose a skull and beak combination over a succulent duck breast?

Not 100% sure on my identification, but I think this duck is actually a Teal, no common-or-garden mallard for George. Although he is quiet partial to pigeon breast…

George has finally discovered rabbits, the first set of rabbit feet and entrails left in his usual killspot. Either that or previously he used to eat the feet so leaving nothing to identify the poor critter. He also brought one into the kitchen in the early hours, leaving a big pool of guts, gut contents, blood and feet for me to clean up this morning.

We spent most of the summer and autumn having our kitchen extension renovated, of course George had his own ideas about décor.

His first novelty catch was this poor bat, not the best photo, but I think it’s a Pipistrelle, unfortunately dead by the time we found it. Then two old favourites (blackbird & house mouse), but not usually displayed with such obviously stamp of authority. I guess George likes to christen new territory with his catches not just his scent.

What on earth is a blackbird doing up at 4 am? Nearly an hour an half before the dawn chorus, with no night vision to speak of. Needless to say George snapped up the chance for an easy meal and brought it into the bedroom to devour.

Due to lack of sleep, work & restless babies, took a while for Liv to realise what was happening, in which time George had distributed feathers all over the bed.

Well I’ve found a really good use for those scented nappy bags at least, disposing of George’s prey.

George has had to share his top spot as the cutest male in the house, with the birth of our son Henry, after an unsettled few days (mainly dealing with the all the excitable visitors to be honest), he seems to have relaxed into it quiet well.


Not a good month for the various shrews, voles and field mice, around Birch Cottage at the moment. Normally I give them a second chance when George brings them in, but because of my lack of sleep and usually having a baby in one arm, I just throw cat & mouse straight out the door to settle their differences. I don’t think much is left of the rodent at the end of this process…

Found a funny looking thread on the rug tonight, only on closer inspection turned out to be a mouse tail, hmm.. nice, it promptly got cremated.

Sometime over the last month George has managed to chip one of his teeth. He’s knocked the end off his upper left canine. Although it doesn’t seem to be bothering him, we will have to see what the vet thinks on his next inevitable visit.

Apart from the usual voles, mice and shrews that George usually brings in (plus a fuck off big rat this morning), he has also taken an interest in more ‘aquatic’ animals. No fish yet, I think he’s building up to that. He’s brought in two frogs so far this year – which he never kills, we always find them in the corner of the kitchen not usually looking too worse for wear.

This is also the first year the garden has been full of Dragon flys and Damsel flys, not quiet sure where they are coming from as the nearest stream has been dry through this drought of a summer. Obviously George had to take an interest as well in his own inimitable way, by catching and eating them. Managed to get a few pictures of this one before he had devoured it (Common Hawker I think).