My sweet little cat Zeda, who is now trying to drink my raspberry tea, was quite the little hunter tonight.
She caught a little salamander thingy, about an inch long! She carried it into the bathroom, and was so excited about it that I went to see what she had. Poor little Sammy was still alive, smushed into my bathmat and had no tail. When Zeda wasn't looking, I grabbed little Sammy and put him outside.
He seemed grateful.
Zeda did not.
But I gave her a treat to reward her hunting skills. Granted, Igby caught a raven once and would have killed it if he had claws... but this is a big step for Zeda. She normally runs and hides under the bed when things are around.
Maybe she found Sammy under the bed...
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I think Sammy is alive and well inside the chair on your back porch.
unless Gabby ate it.
Poor Sammy doesn't really stand a chance with my animals.
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