It seems as if hunting season began yesterday, with not so much a bang as a bloodcurdling series of rodent squeals, barely even uttered before they were choked off by intense arterial spray and a mound of corpses so dense as to cut off any warning that Cat is once again out for blood.
And out for blood she truly is. I won't go into the details before I'm able to present you all with a comprohensive photographic record, but I will offer the image at right as evidence of the smallest kill of the nascent hunting season.
She killed the little guy, saw a larger mouse, went after it, and left the original corpse there for me to clean up.
I've become a Cleaner.
For the rest of the gory details, stay tuned. Same Cat Time, Same Cat Channel.