When Socks was a kitten he enjoyed bringing his prey into the house. Thankfully usually the basement. There is nothing funnier in the world than my father trying to chase a live squirel around the basement with the cat on the other side of the door clawing desperatly to get at his prey. This is a phase that they do outgrow. Hang in there :}
The scrawny, incontinent, therefore outdoor cat does not take them on. Hereabouts, they're bigger and meaner than he is.
It's okay. I see feathers about, and caught him eating maybe a mole the other week, (whence his icky parasites), but I mostly just try to get him to eat.
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Thankfully usually the basement. There is nothing funnier in the world than my father trying to chase a live squirel around the basement with the cat on the other side of the door clawing desperatly to get at his prey.
This is a phase that they do outgrow. Hang in there
:}
Squirrels
It's okay. I see feathers about, and caught him eating maybe a mole the other week, (whence his icky parasites), but I mostly just try to get him to eat.