No thanks, I'm full.
This morning, Pedro was going crazy outside so I went out to see what was causing the problem. I stepped on to the deck in time to see something fall from the top of our oak tree. I walked to the fence to see what it was, only to see the cat at the base of the tree, and watch him hop up over the fence back into the yard.
He trotted toward the door as if he was going to take the BABY SQUIRREL IN HIS MOUTH inside the house.
I don't usually get too upset about this kind of stuff (huge lie), except that the squirrel was STILL. ALIVE. and batting it's arms and legs in a swimming motion, surely as it slowly died in Kitty's mouth.
I yelled at the cat and stomped my feet and watched him run under the deck with his lunch.
I have a bad feeling that there will be a partially digested squirrel baby in the middle of my living room by morning.
Good thing we went to the vet yesterday for that distemper combination.