Friday, October 21, 2005

Bito's Breakfast

I had thought that the hunting days of our 13-year-old cat Bito were over. It's been almost a year since we've found any half-eaten vermin under our bed (his favorite spot for dining on fresh meat).

So I was happy to see him enjoying a breakfast of Unwary Squirrel Tartare as I left for work this morning.

We need to savor these late-in-life victories -- like Nicklaus winning the '86 Masters.

Way to go, Bito. I know you enjoyed every bite.

5 comments:

Vada said...

Awww, what a cute little mass murderer. And I say that with the utmost affection. I too have a serial killer of squirrels, by the name of Samo. Hey, it keeps evolution flowin', am I right?

David Wharton said...

Mass murderer? Nah.

Bito's a serial killer.

As my friend Tom used to say, "Your cats love you. But if you were two inches tall, they'd eat you."

jw said...

Ick! Give that guy some Friskies so he doesn't have to do that!

Kim said...

Oh. Ew. I'm glad my cats are INDOOR cats!

Anonymous said...

My dog once caught a squirrel. Dog's don't usually manage it, but the squirrel tried to escape into a dead end pipe. I made him give it up and no harm was done. Except, when he now tries chasing squirrels, I can no longer say to him, "You know you are never going to catch one." Less fortunately he caught a porcupine last year which entailed 3 hours of anesthesia while the quills were removed and looked rather like this dog: http://www.griffonpoint.com/porcupine.htm