As you saw on Monday, I go to all heights to make sure I scout for mousies!
I even climb trees!
When I left you I was on the fence by the garden.
I was watching intently when I spotted something!
Not a mousie but a GOPHER!
The male person will be NOT be happy.
He does not like gophers in his garden.
I had better go to work!
Now the rest of this post is NOT for the faint of heart.
I am a FIERCE hunting cat.
We have pocket gophers here and I caught a BABY.
Better to eliminate it before it grows up to make MORE gophers, right?
Don't let that little rodent fool you.
It is NOT dead.
It tried to escape me - but I was not going to let that happen.
It was my mid-morning snack.
I just had to make sure that Sherpa the Farm cat or some chicken did not steal it from me.
OK my little furry meal.
I am ready to dine.
(For some reason the publicist does not like the crunching. I do not understand why.)
A Farm cat has to eat.
OK - I'm well fed but I like my rodent!
There we go!
A very satisfying little nibble.
For some reason I do not share my gopher like I share mousie.
I gobble it ALL down.
Now it's time to relax in the sun and wait for my next adventure.
I LOVE being a Farm cat!