Pteppic, our seal point Siamese, and the most mild-mannered of cats, came through the study window last night bearing a squirrel. I shrieked at him to drop it (at first glance, I thought it might be a rat), and he kindly dumped it on the study floor, and never went back to it.
we simply caught believe he caught it – he never opens his eyes if he can avoid it (he’s the idlest cat in creation) – so we assume he just found it somewhere. but a squirrel … I ask you. Whatever will it be next?
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