I like having birds in the garden, and feed them at the bird table regularly, but a little while ago I looked out and saw a very small, and rather bedraggled, cat eating the mealworms I had spread on the pavement for the robin, who prefers feeding on the ground. I pointed it out to the other half, who found a tin of cat food, a leftover after Dave, our old cat, died. The tiny cat ate it voraciously, as she then ate everything else that was offered her.
Over the last few weeks since this has been happening her back legs, which were bald, have re-grown fur and she is generally much better looking, but there are far fewer birds feeding, especially the ground feeders that pick up what falls from the table. The exception is Theresa; Theresa is a male pheasant. He is named for a certain public figure whom my partner insists bears herself in just the same way, I can see it. As I said, it is a particularly small cat, and Theresa is as big, though his plumage makes him look bigger. It is amusing to watch them when they meet in the garden, or rather make large semi circles to avoid the awkwardness of meeting.