On Sunday, I saw a coyote hobbling on three legs through the woods in the backyard. So, yesterday when the cat zipped across the deck I thought she was running from a predator. I watched her run low to the ground across the grass. It hardly looked like the place to go to escape. She crouched down and within seconds lunged into the pine needles under two hemlock trees. She turned toward the house with something gray in her mouth. Then she raced back to the deck and dropped her trophy by the door - a little mole. Thankfully, she knew better then to try and bring it inside. NO THANK YOU!
Growing up with cats, I always saw the catch, but never watched the hunt. This time, it was swift and precise.
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