OK I confess – my cats have become hunters. I think. I have yet to catch them in the act.
Well I guess they always were hunters – they are cats after all but I limited their ability to hunt. I value our native wildlife. I know cats are not native to Australia and it is frowned upon to allow your cat access to the great outdoors. In fact I even tell people how to stop their cat hunting:
• Indoor cats
• Protect your cat, protect your wildlife
That’s great until you have a population explosion of geckos. These endearing little creatures, in Sydney it is the Broad-Tailed Gecko, like to hide in crevices and cracks in sandstone and in brickwork. In other words they inhabit our house. Try telling your cats not to hunt small animals that live alongside them and wriggle and wiggle.
Geckos are expert wrigglers. Especially when they are caught. Having heads and tails that look identical makes it easy for them to drop their tails and make their escape, the wiggling tail still wriggling and jiggling under the cat’s paw (presumably, I have never seen this happen!). The escaped lizard then runs around my house, appearing when you are about to jump into bed or stepping out of the shower. Or sometimes it’s just the tail you stand on. Prickly things!
This morning I have found 4 geckos. All alive. All returned to the great outdoors.