Puss, my cat, is a killer pure and simple. Today I found this lizard on the middle patio. Yesterday on the upper patio I found a dead sparrow. I know it's not the dog doing this (he doesn't have the killer instinct for such small animals, though I'm sure he'd shake a rat to shreds and he does snap at bees). The cat doesn't kill because he's hungry. He's well fed twice a day. Like most cats he just likes killing small things, which is distressing because I enjoy the birds, squirrels, baby possums and even lizards he seems determined to destroy.
In truth, I'm surprised Puss (AKA Pooskie) is still out there killing anything. Most cats we've had in the past here have gotten themselves eaten by coyotes (or run over by cars) after a couple of years. Puss, I believe, is six or seven years old, which to me proves he's smart and tough. He has always been a great mouser. He runs upstairs whenever he hears me open the attic door. Then he roams around in the dark for hours. I haven't seen a mouse or rat in six months. He keeps the place rodent free.
Puss in tree, looking winning and playing it safe.
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