Abby, the outdoor cat never stops surprising me. She has always been a hunter. She started hunting little bugs and spiders and moved on to mice, giant dragonflies, even a baby bunny. (Don't ask where the bunny came from, because I don't even know).
Rumors around the house tell me that this past week, she has become a mass-murderer. I've been told that she killed a squirrel. Not just any squirrel, but the mother of a small nest living in the roof of our shed. As a result of her death, the whole nest of babies died.
Or so they say.
It's only natural, I guess.
Here's an extra picture from the fair.
