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Sugar, with (I think) a chipmunk. I like chipmunks. They’re cute. So is Sugar. Sometimes, it’s tough watching the natural order of nature play out.
Especially when they insist on bringing their nature back to you on the porch. You know, all dead and stuff.
At least when the dogs bring back a deer leg from the woods, the head isn’t attached to stare up at you with innocent eyes.
Well. It’s usually not still attached. There was this one time last winter–
NEVER MIND.
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(sorry, couldn’t resist.)
My cats have always been great hunters and trophy flaunters!
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I guess it is their way of saying “Thank you”–you feed me, now——–!?
Yuck is good!
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I think cats stock up for winter the same as we do. Sugar was just adding to the pantry!
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