For the second day in a row, I have found the bottom half of a fuzzy creature at the bottom of the basement stairs. Sally apparently not only knows how to use the kitty door, but also how to drag her leftovers into the house.
The thing I don't get is that the bottom half is always what's left. So far since she started going outside, I have come across three or four squirrel bottoms. Is there something unappealing about the waist down? And what does she do with their little rib cages and skulls? How does she severe them in half?
Why is even the cat a freaky little butcher?
She is about 6 pounds, the same size as the squirrels. Seriously. In any case, the squirrels must be on to her, because today all I found was a tiny remnant of a mouse torso.
I'm going to have to start sleeping with my eyes open.
(Hubby says I need to take her to the vet to get her something that prevents worms. She has all of her shots and is on Frontline.)
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EEEW. Thanks for the reminder to be grateful for my *indoor* kitties. Even if one of them whines outside my bedroom door at all hours for something to eat. *sigh*
No photos to accompany this blog post?
For once, I am not disappointed.
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