She looks sweet - but - we live with a serial killer. Nearly every night she returns with some poor rodent. Some are simply left to run around in the house like the one last night that ran over Robin's head at 3.30am. I won't go into details but you can imagine her response.
Some are almost entirely consumed with just maybe a furry face or a gall bladder left on the carpet. Some, like the night before last, look as if Pussee (her name) is learning biology and has displayed the inside of the body for us to review.
During the day, she hangs around and sleeps - only interrupted by official meal times. She sometimes prances along with me and the dogs for part of the walk. My favorite times are when Jay feels she is too close and shows her all his teeth - I keep praying!
Well enough is enough. We have taken down the cat ladder that enabled her to get to our bedroom window and meow for attention. I long for the snow when her hunting ceases and we get a break from disposing of all the dead bodies.
The dogs and I are fed up.