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Following my find of a dead swift in the flower bed, there have been a lot of blog comments on cats, and how welcome or unwelcome they are in the garden. So I just had to share the following, because I found it so comical. It is taken from a

morning when I find it skulking around the plant pots.I like cats, despite the havoc they wreak on wildlife. I don’t blame them for their murderous tendencies, and – touch wood – I’ve never experienced any using my garden as a litter tray. But I do worry

A few days ago a fox vaulted over the fence and landed on the two cats asleep just outside the back door. Fur flew. The poor beast didn't stand a chance. It stopped half way up the lawn and turned to see what exploding ammunition dump it had fallen

I'm just back from a weekend visiting an old friend in Banwell, near Weston-Super-Mare. Always envious of his rambling house and large walled garden, we got to talking over garden wildlife and the troubles of traipsing fox dung through the kitchen

I have cats. Every so often I have to live with the guilt that they kill the local wildlife. It's usually one of the mice breeding in the compost heaps or a blue-tit fledgling. The main hunter is the black and white one; lovely and soft and over

One of our cats sat motionless on the edge of the pond today, head drooped down almost touching the water as if he were asleep. But the occasional tic gave him away: he was watching newts. The bright sunshine lit up a corner of our triangular pond

that they manage to produce any offspring at all.I put food out for them on a flat piece of wood, laid on top of the hedge - this is something I’d recommend to anyone who has their own or a neighbour’s cat to contend with. Even my very athletic rescue cat can’t get

oblivious of the loud whizzes and bangs that keep the cats huddled in a dark corner indoors somewhere. But the cats have cottoned on to this and the moment the explosions stopped, 10.13 in East Dulwich, the black one was out of the cat flap like a shot

their dextrous acrobatics and smile at their bobbity-skip gait without wanting to take a pop at them too often.Despite the cats, at least one squirrel regularly comes right up to our back door to have a sniff around. It will now be encouraged even more after we

It was the attentive cat looking out through the back door that first drew my eye to the grey squirrel. Even though its head was hidden, and therefore it could not see her, she knew that there was no point in dashing out through the cat flap