The unearthly yowling of a successful hunter fills the cold night air as she tells the world she has made yet another kill. Effortlessly, she bounds in through the open window, with the prey clamped securely in her jaws. She may be little, but she is a mean, keen, killing machine. Tiger patrols the surrounding paddocks and hunts in the dark of the night.
Geoff and Eileen are away for a few days and we are doing a little “house and cat sitting” for them. Every morning it’s Robin’s job to check the house and do a body count. What de-headed body has Tiger brought inside this time? So far we have found a baby rabbit with it’s head chewed right off, and goodness knows what other offerings will be deposited inside the house in the dark of night before before our hosts return home.
Tiger is relaxing after a night out hunting
We’re keeping the windows of our caravan securely closed in the evenings. There’s no way we want that cat jumping in our windows in the dark of night to show off her kill. That sort of thing would give our cat Muffy nightmares for the rest of her life – and us too. Eileen tells us that most of the bodies get taken inside minus their heads. So where do all the heads go, we wonder?
Poor decapitated baby bunny
1 comment:
The heads go down the throat I expect!
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