I was in the middle of cooking, when I distinctly heard a ruckus.
We have an open door policy in the fall, and I knew instantly who to blame for the said ruckus.
Cowboy Cat 2000.
Prancing about my breakfast nook was the little furry guy-with his prey.
I believe that his preference for crunchy insects is due to a tender heart-he just can’t bring himself to kill the other furry creatures that roam the backyard.
Biceps thinks it’s due to his lack of claws and basic hunting skills.
He can be so vicious, but disarming. Wrapped up in the furriest little body you could ever imagine, lies a killer inside.
His favorite action was to place his paw on top of it. Genius.
And then, he would occasionally bat it underneath the door.
Only to fish it out again.
Finally, he moved the game of cat and butterfly outside.
At least he cleans up after himself.
Cowboy perched for awhile here, letting the other butterflies know who is king of this castle.
After a few minutes, he was bored with the kill and came inside for some man-made treats.
My vicious little killer loves his ‘Party Mix’…