It was an ordinary day. Heading to the back door to let Creamsicle in after his morning trek around what he now considers his property. Creamsicle was homeless for quite a few years, but hung around our house so that he could eat the food that Carol and I placed outside for all the homeless animals in the neighborhood. One cold snowy winter day he decided it was time to visit with us inside the house and after seeing the rear door opening, darted into the warmth. Wasn't long before we took him to the vet for a check-up and to make sure he had all his shots and was neutered. That was a few years ago and now he is a regular member of the family. Spends more time indoors now that outdoors, but does love to walk the perimeter of our property to keep tabs on the other cats and varmints that hang close to the house. Well, this morning he is looking in the back door, waiting for someone to open the door to allow him to step in for his morning nap. I opened the door and was about to let him in when I noticed he leaned over and picked up something in his mouth. "Oh no, you're not being him in here." I shouted in a voice that scared him. He was standing at the door with a dead squirrel in his mouth.
Getting' ready to find dinner for mom & dad.
Poor little thing had no chance against the great hunter that Creamsicle had become while fending for himself over the years he was homeless in the neighborhood. Creamsicle gave me a bewildered look and slowly carried his catch off the rear deck and around the side of the house. Carol was upset that he would kill a squirrel, saying, "There's no way he is hungry with all we feed him." This isn't the first time he has brought a dead animal to the back door. This past summer he dropped a dead chipmunk on the rear mat, waiting for us to open the door so he could bring it inside. A few birds have been left by the back door over the last year or so. My guess is he is trying to repay us for all we do for him and this is the only way he can think of to do that. He probably thought squirrel potpie would have been good on the menu for tonight so he was ready to present us with the main part of the meal. After taking his catch along the side of the house, Carol managed to entice him away from the dead squirrel so she could pick it up and dispose of it. We know more will come, but hope he will someday realize he doesn't need to help out with the food supply in the house. We love him without all the extra help he is now giving us. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.