She likes to torture things. Like this one that she blinded and then watched as it slammed itself into things.
And then decapitate them and drag them into our basement. Thankfully this one didn't fit through the kitty door.
I'd almost be disgusted, except that Momma's vegetable garden and flowers have been virtually untouched. And Hubby, who "hates" cats, now has a strange fondness of this one because she comes when she's called, snuggles with his boys, and kills things. Apparently his priorities for females aren't very high.
