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unknownfateCats are not for the faint of stomach.
My boy just swept in with a beanie baby in his mouth. I knew very well he hadn't really caught and killed a tiny little horse, but the sight of the little legs swinging as his fangs gripped its neck still made me gasp out loud.
Now he has dropped it and is lounging with his back to it, the very picture of predatory disdain. If this was a horror movie, it would be getting back to its feet for plushie vengeance! But it isn't. And I have no way of being sure the whole ordeal wasn't completely consensual.
What I do know is that I have been up for too long. Bedtime for bonzo, y'all.
My boy just swept in with a beanie baby in his mouth. I knew very well he hadn't really caught and killed a tiny little horse, but the sight of the little legs swinging as his fangs gripped its neck still made me gasp out loud.
Now he has dropped it and is lounging with his back to it, the very picture of predatory disdain. If this was a horror movie, it would be getting back to its feet for plushie vengeance! But it isn't. And I have no way of being sure the whole ordeal wasn't completely consensual.
What I do know is that I have been up for too long. Bedtime for bonzo, y'all.
