Zip and I have finally, and perhaps inevitably, crossed paths – two stubborn and opinionated males, always a formula for trouble.
As I’ve written many times, Zip and I hang out togetether in good weather on a chair near the pasture, where we observe the fascinating parade of life that is visible there – birds, deer, haws, rabbits, Herons, ducks, geese, chipmunks, even bears, etc.
I love to sit with Maria out there for as long as we can every afternoon, usually late when we are taking a break from work.
It’s like watching a movie.
Zip and I have a great and quite loving time.
The trouble started when a chipmunk who lives in the stone wall – 20 or so directly in front of where we sleep – gave birth to fixe or six babies.
Zip got one of two of them before I caught on, and I was horrified by the killing and the way it was done.
I believe in the right of animals to be animals, not coddled children. But I see there are limits with this cat, a Jekyll and Hyde creature who loves with a full heart and also kills with one.
Since the first slaughter, I now bring a small object to throw when the babies come out, clearly unaware of the danger in front of them. I’ve learned how to stop the killing.
I understand that cats are only partly domesticated and barn cats like Zip are bread, trained and encouraged to kill the small things that threaten barns and feed and animals – rats, mice, etc. I accept this part of the cat world and respect it.
In a year or two, zip, a young very active male, will be older and will begin to mellow.
But I just can’t sit by and watch while Zip surprises, catches, tortures and plays with babies.
I just can’t watch it. It’s not in me.
So I’ve developed a response that so far has saved at least five, maybe six of the chipmunk babies, who tend to pop up on the stone wall looking for food and don’t seem savvy enough yet like their peers to know to run.
I pulled one right out of Zip’s mouth, grabbed him and shook him until he dropped another (Maria did the same thing) and today, I began my more sophisticated plan of bringing small stones out.
When Zip sees a chipmunk, he freezes and his tail starts flicking quickly back and forth. While sitting in my lap, he locks in and stares, alerting me to what is happening, and then hops off and slowly but very quickly makes his way to the wall where the chipmuck is engaged in eating something and paying no attention.
Once I yelled and clapped my hands and that worked, once it didn’t.
As he gets close, older chipmunks will vanish quickly into holes dug all around. The babies don’t know how to do this yet.
So I toss a small stone up ahead of Zip as he creeps closer and closer. The stone bounces off the wall, startling the chipmunk who dives back into whatever hole he came out of.
Zip waits five or ten minures, then comes back and jumps into my lap and I resume scratching his neck or just sitting quietly. He resumes watching even while purring.
He does look at me oddly at times, perhaps suspecting I’m destroying his fun, but so far, no hard feelings. “Listen,” I say, “you have the run of the place, but no, you can’t kill baby chipmunks or baby anything while I’m around.”
I have no idea if he has any awareness or feelings about this, he is wicked smart and may get a sense of it. Cats can be trained.
In a few weeks, the chipmunks will be old enough to make their own decisions, and I’ll step out of it. I insist on a fair fight. I’ve seen chipmunks dodge Bud for a couple of years now.
I feel good about it. I know the sweet side of Zip, and I’m seeing the darkness on the other side. I love him no less, he is very welcome here, but there are just lines I can’t really cross.
I’m not going to sit there while he tortures and dismembers a baby chipmunk.
I have a farm, but as we all know, I’m not a farmer. There is still city blood in my veins. Maria feels the same way.
Sounds like Super Soaker time. Zip will HATE it but will not have ANY idea where it came from or how it happened! If he needs MORE extreme intervention add a bit of simple old vinegar to the water- Zip will THINK he’s been poisoned!!! And it’s all totally natural and harmless to everyone- even the smell of vinegar goes away in 10 minutes or so. Super Soakers reach is pretty good and animals HATE being sprayed with water—especially stinky vinegar water. They have ZERO idea that you are the source, and everyone runs but no one is hurt in any way. Good luck!
We have some resident hawks that do a fly by in our back yard, since we have bird feeders. When they show up, and my Hubs sees them, he will run out yelling and throwing whatever he can pick up. He says the same thing, they need to eat, too, but not in front of him in our back yard! Years ago, when we had multiple cats, we let some of them out in our fenced back yard. Not all of them were hunters, but a few were spectacularly adept at swatting birds right out of the air. We had to intervene quite a few times in their murderous activities!
Hmm… if they were baby rats or mice in the basement or house would that be OK? To Zip baby or adult are one and the same, I’ll bet it is very confusing to him. It is your home and cat. Just my thoughts when I read it.
He doesn’t seem the least bit confused he got a mouse this morning. it doesn’t matter no killing baby chipmunks in front of me.
Great idea with the stones!
It’s not a good idea to squirt cats with a squirt gun, or administer any other “punishment,” especially when he’s only engaging in natural hunting behavior. It’s part of what cats do, the “torturing,” as it were. Thwart him too much and you teach him that hunting and killing prey is off limits—which no one wants to happen to a barn cat. As a local farmer told me once when I watched, in horror, as one of his barn cats killed a young chipmunk, “It’s in their nature. He’s doing his job. If you can’t handle it, don’t look. I don’t want him confused by yelling at him, or the next time, he might reconsider getting rid of the mice, too.”
Thanks Renea I’m not squirting Zip with anything. He is free to hunt and kill, that’s his nature and I never try to break a dog or cat of its nature, I do just the opposite. I respect them greatly. But I’m not comfortable watching him torment, and yes, torture, chipmunk babies in front of me while I sit watching a few feet away. He can handle it, he already is. It’s not a big deal. I’ve lived with barn cats for years, we get along just fine.
I love the up-close picture.