Little cat went hunting. The results were not pretty. For the vole, anyway. At first, he wasn't sharing with anyone. Especially not Henry.
But he was really proud of his first kill, and wanted to show us that he's worth the food and water we give him, not to mention the warm and cozy barn to sleep in.
Well done, good big little cat. We've been calling you Four Socks, kinda sorta after Two Socks in Dances With Wolves. Perhaps now we should change your name to Hunts For Voles.
2 comments:
Bravo, little one!
Congratulations Four Socks!
We have several kitties that spend the night in our barn. They keep the mouse population down and in return we give them a warm place to sleep. The lady across the street feeds them when they are not catching enough mice to fill their tummies!
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