I’d like to know how the hell a 12-year-old cat goes out at night when the ground is covered with snow, and comes back with a struggling bird. Does the same thing the next night, too.
Not sure how cat years translate to people years but he’s no spring kitten. Has slight cataracts and a painful hip. His sister is frail and has trouble getting around. Occasionally she catches a bug and last summer, a mouse.
Cats are certainly amazing creatures.
As we say whenever our 15-year-old one-eyed cat with a bell catches a bird, “He’s just improving the local gene pool.”