Billysky my cat was crouched at the window with her tail swishing full on back and forth.

I said, “What do you see Billysky?”

She chirped, “Shhhh.  Let me out.  I’m going to flank it from the right.  This will be easy.”


I said, “No.”

She said, “Common. I’ll save you the liver.”

I was torn between letting a cat be a cat; between letting her do what was natural to her or protecting her (and the rabbit) in the safety of the indoors.

So I walked away.

Plus I really don’t like liver.



Billysky cat
She might look like a princess but her instinct is one of a wild, carnivorous beast.