As many of you probably know, my family recently moved to Los Alamos, New Mexico from Texas. Los Alamos is high desert. The altitude where we live is 7300 feet.
When we moved, we brought our pets: Buddy, our beagle mix, whom you've met in a previous post, and our four cats - Bitty (short for Bitty Kitty), Polly (short for Polly Molly Rosie Blue-Eye Winter), Meow-Meow, and Tom Tom.
Tom Tom is a big (15 lbs) yellow former tomcat. He loves to be outside and since it's still warm in Los Alamos, we leave a kitchen window open most of the time so he and the other cats can come and go as they please.
From Tom Tom's perspective, Los Alamos is a target-rich environment, to borrow from the military lexicon. When we moved in, our yard hadn't been cared for in over a year, so we had a major gopher infestation. There are also a lot of chipmunks, mice, and other rodents, as well as a plethora of birds.
I was sitting on our back patio one day about six weeks ago reading. Tom Tom was stalking some birds that had come to feed at one of our bird feeders. Much to my surprise, he managed to catch a small bird. I was surprised because you wouldn't think a bright-orange, 15-pound tomcat would be particularly stealthy. But he is patient and I guess our birds aren't very bright.
After he caught the bird, he strolled back to his hidey-hole under the house, uttering a loud "MEEOOW, MEEOOW", all the way, even with a mouthful of feathers. It was a guttural, primitive sound and the purpose seems to be to advertise what a mighty, fearless hunter he is.
I started finding presents on our back patio. For a couple of mornings it was a dead gopher. Again, I was surprised and impressed because I saw the gopher mounds, but had never seen a gopher above ground. Another morning it was a dead mouse. I have really enjoyed sitting in a chair and watching Tom Tom hunt. He would find the active gopher holes and very patiently sit beside the hole waiting for some action. Sure enough, at some point, the gopher would think it was safe to peer out and Tom-Tom would snag him with a sharp claw.
One night not long ago, I woke up to the sound of a loud "MEEOOW, MEEOOW" coming up the stairs. I thought, "Uh-oh, I recognize that sound!" Sure enough in a few minutes, I heard the padding of paws coming into our bedroom. If you've ever had a cat, you know that cats don't simply kill and eat their prey. They have to enjoy it first, which usually involves 15 to 20 minutes of playing with whatever they've caught. So, I fell asleep to the sound of "Pounce...skitter, skitter, skitter, Pounce...skitter, skitter, skitter...".
After I got up the next morning, got the kids out the door for school, and finished my first cup of coffee, I remembered the events of the previous early morning. I went upstairs to see if I needed to dispose of a body. Sure enough, there was a dead gopher lying on the floor below the bed, directly under where my head is while I sleep. Good job, Tom Tom.