Cats are largely feral animals that recognize they can’t kill a human. Mine is just an eating, crapping machine that only looks out for herself. She bites and scratches relentlessly and I’ve finally just disconnected from her altogether. She’s only still here because of the wife, I’m hoping she escapes out the front door like she wants too. If she does, then she can see how Mr. Coyote treats her.
My guy urped in his food bowl this morning.
That’s after waking me up with gentle claw taps on my cheek, because the bowl was empty.
But he’s good to have around, so way I can pretend that I’m not just talking to myself all day.
Yes my neighbor had like seven yard cats. She is down to one. The cat terminator looks like a small coyote or a grey and red mingled color fox. Guess he thinks cats taste like chicken. This critter has eaten most all the ducks in the apartment complex down the road too.
I tell my son that if your cat was bigger than you, you would be on the menu. Not so for dogs...