What a cute little killing machine.
Oh, God she is!
She has a habit of dragging her kills into the house through the dog door, which she’s learned to use - and bringing us the eviscerated mouse, rat, lizard or gopher - right into the bedroom for us to find in the morning.
Still, I got a bumper crop of pomegranates for the first time in years - the tree rats used to get them, they crawl along the wires. Not any longer.
When she isn’t killing something, she likes to lay in our laps and purr.