A few days ago, I found a prey. Lynettea dragged me away from the spot, as usual. She thought it must be a lizard and for some reason she loves lizards and does not like me carrying them around gently in my mouth or dabbing my paws at their tails when they fall off.
Lizards have very loose tails that fall off at the least little thing. They can fall off just by my looking at the lizard.
Anyway this was not a lizard. Lynettea made me go inside. She picked me up in a very undignified fashion. I did my best to alert her by wriggling all my limbs, but we went inside anyway.
The next day when I took her out, we headed straight for the same spot and I started sniffing and probing at the edge of the wheelie bin. I knew I had to alert her. She started pulling me away again and saying, 'No lizards, Sasha,' in that annoyed, sharp tone she adopts.
Then she decided to pull out the bin.
What a shock.
A dead oriental turtledove was lying underneath. We wondered how it had got there. Lynettea said she had not run it over with the bin, so we didn't know. I was made to go inside again and when I came out next, the dove had vanished.
I sniffed around there for a few days when I came out, hoping it would come back.
Just as well I am careful in my Patrol Duties.