The favorite savory dinner of my fomer (and late) cat Jazz. Jazz was my second cat and the last one I had as indoor/outdoor.
She was quite the huntress despite her being blindingly WHITE.
Field mice had NO chance of surviving.
Her replacement Embers? Catches the Geckos we get inside, but doesn't kill them. Just puts her paw on them, meows at me until I Come look, lifts her paw up and looks hurt when it scurries off. I then of course go catch said gecko and put it back outside.
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Ahhhh field mice.
Date: 2007-11-20 01:07 pm (UTC)She was quite the huntress despite her being blindingly WHITE.
Field mice had NO chance of surviving.
Her replacement Embers? Catches the Geckos we get inside, but doesn't kill them. Just puts her paw on them, meows at me until I Come look, lifts her paw up and looks hurt when it scurries off. I then of course go catch said gecko and put it back outside.