To do my job… To feed kitty

For you to understand. I have to go back to the beginning. About two months ago, I was getting ready to go to work. Had my planner, files, lunch and keys in hand getting ready to open the car door when I look over and see bird droppings all over the car. Now, I know this happens to everyone from time to time but every morning? And it would not be one or two spots. I’m talking like 25% of the windshield and most of the hood. All covered in a purple / white film. I would always look up and say under my breath “ one day you D#$%# birds are gonna pay” and I’d get in the car and clean the stuff off of the wind shield using the windshield wiper.

One morning while shaving, I heard the sound of pigeons out front. That’s when it hit me…This would be perfect for the LD. I went back into the bedroom and loaded up the pistol and took a few more Predator pellets and put them in my pocket. The LD is pushing these pellets along at 560 fps! I think the Predators are 14 grains. If I’m right, then the pellet is also pushing 9.75 FPE!

I went out of the back door and eased up to the side of the house going to the front yard. Looking up, I could see the pigeons in action as I heard a “ plop,” sound hitting my car. Hearing the plop, a shot of anger went through me. Cocking the LD, I showed no mercy. Looking through the scope I saw four birds all sitting next to each other.

The bird farthest away of the four, was the one I saw make the bull’s-eye on my car so, he was first. Knowing that I only had one chance at this and that they would fly away as soon as they heard the shot, I took my time and slowly pulled the trigger. Upon the shot, all you heard was a puff of air and the sound of the Predator hitting home.

The bird didn’t flutter or flop, It just hit the ground hard! stone dead. His boys just looked down at him and kept on doing what they were doing, amazing! I wasted no time; I loaded another pellet and lined up another bird. With the shot, another one went sailing through the air down to the ground Hard! Not a flinch and believe it or not the other two just stared at them and kept on like they were on a mission.

This all happened pretty fast. I put another pellet down the tube and put the cross hairs on the 3rd one. For some reason he looked right at me and seemed like he was getting ready to fly away but it was to little to late, for the Predator was on it’s way. Again, On impact he too hit the canvas hard. Now the last one knew something was up because he flew up and came right back down in the same spot (see, I told you they were on a mission) looking around real fast, mainly down at his boys. I know he was saying to him self “ Dude, what’s up! We can play the dead game later” Loading the last pellet; I quickly put the cross hairs on the last one and pulled the trigger…. The last one to hit the canvas.

With a smile on my face, I went back in finished getting ready for work. I went outside to get in the car and to look at the birds but they were gone, all four. Driving to work I thought to myself “ Did I hit them right? Did they fly away later? “

The next morning the replacements had arrived. This time it was only two but they were on duty carrying out the mission. Using the same pellets I put the squeeze on the first one and he to hit the canvas. But out of the corner of my eye, I saw something bolt towards the downed bird and take off with it. Looking back up again I saw that the bird was looking right at me. Nevertheless, I looked right at him while putting another pellet in the pistol by feel, and cocked it back and slowly brought the pistol up. I put him in the cross hairs and pulled the trigger…. This was the end of the Replacements for the morning but something odd happened. The same “thing” came out and took this bird too and ran back under the car..

I went back inside for a moment, I just had to know what grabbed those downed birds (nosy huh?) I looked under the car and it was a mother cat pulling feathers off and chowing it down. She looked over at me but she was so hungry that she just kept on eating.

The next morning I open the back door and went to my spot and saw the cat on top of my car looking up at the birds. I guess I made a sound because she turned quickly right at me and made a meow sound. I already had a pellet down the tube. I’d just cocked it and aimed at the pigeon closest to her and pulled the trigger. It to fell and the cat jumped in mid air like some kind of lion and grabbed it and went back under the car. I shot at another one and missed (can’t get them all)

The next morning I had to leave early and didn’t have time to do any shooting. The following day, I heard the cat meowing loud at the front door. When I opened the door, the cat ran back to my car and jumped on the hood looking up at the birds. I went and picked up the pistol and blasted two before the other three took off. When I went to get in my car for work the cat had both under the car and you could see feathers being blown down the street.

I did not see any droppings on my car for a few days and I didn’t hear the meowing from the cat. Several days later, I heard the cat again and sure enough; there were birds back on the wire over my car. I opened the door to let kitty know to get ready and like clockwork she did. That day she got two. This went on for a while until I came home one evening and someone had ran over her. I buried her in the back yard and felt real sorry for her and the kittens she had (I’m sure by now they are old enough to take care of them selves.

This past Friday morning I was shaving when the hairs on the back of my neck stood up when I heard

MEOW! I looked in the back yard but the grave was untouched The sound was coming from the front door. A lump came in my throat as I opened the door. It was a small kitten brownish- gray in color (Just like the mother cat) I went back in the house and brought back a bowl of milk and sat it by the door. About five mins later I went to get in my car when I saw cat tracks through the morning dew on my car and the milk was untouched. Hey, who knows, it may take after its mom? We’ll see.

Until then,

Keep your tank filled and a pellet loaded

~ by sniper99 on August 27, 2007.

3 Responses to “To do my job… To feed kitty”

  1. Hey Sniper99,

    I’d love to chat with you about the big-bore airguns and your shooting. I run a blog called the Hog Blog, and I am also editor of an online magazine (Jesse’s Hunting and Outdoors Journal) and a resident of the Bay Area, CA, so I think we’re not too far apart.

    I took a long, hard look at some big bores at the SHOT Show last weekend, and also talked to a fella who shoots one of the Quackenbush guns. I’m deeply intrigued, and may well be about to set out on a new hobby.

    If you’ve got some interest in chatting, let me know. I think you can email me from your admin panel… if not leave a message at http://www.hog-blog.com, or look me up at Jesse’s Hunting and Outdoors (http://www.jesseshunting.com/forums) where I go by the handle of Speckmisser.

  2. Awesome story-though sad. Keep up the good work!

  3. That is probably the coolest thing ever.

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