Cat Chronicles Vol. II

Whilst taking my garbage out yesterday I heard a rustling in the Blue Spruce next to the garbage cans.  My cat jumped about 8 feet to the group with a Blue Jay in his mouth.  Having killed a baby fox and fended of its parent I wasn’t terribly stunned that he killed it so much as caught it.  Blue Jays are the fire alarms of the forest and tend to call if a leaf falls.

This only furthers my hypothesis that we don’t have a cat so much as a geriatric dwarf mountain lion.