Cats will be cats, I suppose. However, when my husband saw our cat capturing and trying to eat a roadrunner, he had to intervene. The roadrunner was valiant in its effort to get away—it ran across the yard, jumped over the fence and into our garden. However, the cat followed and had the bird in his mouth.
The roadrunner was in shock. He probably thought he was a gonner, and wasn’t any more reassured when my husband grabbed him. Although his eyes were open, he made no move to get away.
Rather than taking the exhausted bird where our cat could watch, we walked around the corner and set him down in the alfalfa field behind our property. Having been perfectly still the whole time he was in my husband’s grasp, he jumped down and ran away at my husband’s first effort to place him on the ground.
Well, that’s one good deed for the day—what’s next?