We have a whole pile of cats living around our building. The inhabitants of Xi’an seem to like dogs more – many people have them as pets – but cats are still around. They just don’t live in the house.
Many older people will take time to feed the animals by putting little baskets of leftover food out. Still, the cats mostly have to fend for themselves which means you aren’t really any plump, well-groomed specimens like those padding around in Holland.
Two days ago, Bella and I were going out for lunch when we heard a squawk followed by screaming. The squawk was a sparrow. A cat had gotten a hold of it and was biting it in the neck to choke it. The screaming came from all the other birds still in the trees, cat-calling and sounding the alarm. It was pretty impressive. And sad. While we were walking past, the cat stared at us, careful not to let anybody steal its prey.
The odd thing, by the way, was that the birds in the tree were of at least three different species. I didn’t know they worked together like that.
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