This morning Sushi caught her first bird; at least, she caught the first one we know about. She brought the little kjøttmeis into the living room while you were having breakfast and I was in the kitchen making your lunch. There was a lot of tweeting, crashing around, and growling. I came in and managed to get Sushi away from the bird—which was dazed and frightened—and throw a tea towel over it so I could carry it outside. You were very upset for the bird, and I could tell you were shocked to see this vicious side of Sushi.

I put the bird outside on top of the barbecue, where Sushi wouldn’t know to look for it. Poor Sushi looked very upset that I’d taken her prize away, and didn’t really understand what all the fuss was about. You came out to look at the bird, which sat on the barbecue for over an hour, breathing hard but seemingly uninjured. I put some seeds out for it, but by the time I got home from dropping you at barnehage, it had flown away. I hope.

You said, “Sushi is a little bit bad.”

I said, “Well, it’s in a cat’s nature to hunt birds and mice, but it is sad when they play with them like that.”

You nodded, and said you thought Sushi was sorry for hurting the bird.