The tide turned over the weekend. And neither I nor my dogs had anything to do with it. It was my neighbor’s cat.
His name is Felix, but everyone calls him “dog cat” because of his distinctly canine traits. He comes when you call him. Prefers being around people. Readily approaches dog dogs to play.
Thankfully, he still knows how to do what cats do best.
Dog cat got the mama. It was bad. When my dog dog got one of the babies, it became a toy. Slimy but intact. But when dog cat claimed his prize, it became a meal. I’ll spare you the details.
I feel kind of bad.
The babies look plenty big enough to fend for themselves. Or so I’ve convinced myself. I’ve rationalized it as backyard Darwinism. The miracle of the food chain…
I’m just relieved that it never came to a pellet gun.
