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I’d score that one as a tie. 1-0-1

So what happened to the dead one on the stoop? Mr MacGregor and Flopsey, Mopsey, and Cottontail come to mind.

Did he, Jack, growl at you when you tried to take his kill?

No, no…no growling. He’s a very sweet-tempered cat, even when I try his patience (Charlotte, on the other hand, will his and growl if I stroke her head incorrectly).

I threw out the big dead one. It’s garbage day!

That is, of course, “hiss” and growl. I’m too lazy to correct my work.

The Weasel did not ‘throw out’ the big one. A Badger got that job ‘cos he has an iron constitution, a shovel, and because some weasels is better at the marketin’… than the killin’…

Jack and I remain on excellent terms. I have called him ‘my tiger’ since he curled up on my chest as a kitten and I am disgustingly proud of him.

That’s badgers. Evil through and through.

Unka B (that be American speak for Uncle Badger), I just sprayed beer all over my IPad as I read your post! Well done, sir!

Cats fascinate me. As Tolstoy said, “All happy dogs are alike: each psychotic cat is psychotic in it’s own way….”

I love our cat, but I have seen him hungry at dawn and angry because I was too slow in offering up him breakfast. It was not a cheering sight, especially knowing that he is usually wide awake while I sleep. Now I am recognizing that it may be time to outgrow my bunny pajamas too.

#BunLivesMatter

I say, fix your pellet pistols and next time you can make short work of Jack’s “toys”.

I don’t know that my cat is much the mighty hunter, but he does love that chemo keeps me in bed a lot more than usual. His human and acres of down and memory foam? That’s as adventurous as he gets.

But he’s not a country cat. 😜

Remember all them hippy shows from a few decades ago what would always say something like “man is the only animal that hunts for sport”?

Them people didn’t know squat.

And I just came over from Youtube watching any number of large cats taking down all manner of prey. Tooth and claw.

Comment from Skandia Recluse
Time: July 20, 2016, 9:51 pm

Did he, Jack, growl at you when you tried to take his kill?
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My late red tabby longhair, Arizona, was an expert roacher. Not the small ones, they were beneath his notice, but the big dark ones. When he was about 6 months old we lived in a house that got a lot of them. One night I saw he’d trapped one. Now I’d always heard eating them gave cats worms, so I bent to take it away from him.

He growled at me. I said, “Okay, fine, get sick.” He proceeded to torture the thing for a while as cats will, then gobble it up, and repeated his snacking at every opportunity for years.

He lived to be 16 1/2 years old, and in great condition almost to the last. So I suspect roaches are not dangerous to cats — at least not cats with iron constitutions like his.

This is the third ” working Cat post I’ve seen this week. once, Back in the sixties, My sisters Cat “Ringo” managed to catch a Bunny in the Soy bean field crossed the street from our subdivision. subsequent screaming had a city bred Neighbor call the cops because someone was Killing a little Girl…