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.