Recently I went out on the back porch to discover our cat, Willie, sitting proudly from his night's kill. A bat. A bat? Yes, a bat. What cat kills a bat? He looked a me slowly, and blinked as if to say, "Yes, I brought you A CREATURE! Check it out! Only I'm not going to eat it. Because I don't know what the heck it is!"
Willie is one crazy hunter. He's such a tiny cat, yet he is speedy. He can climb a tree in seconds. His eyes are always alert and observant. He keeps his claws knife sharp. I haven't had a single mouse in the minivan since I got Willie. I wish he didn't kill birds. Or rabbits or lizards. But I sure don't mind all those mice and moles and rats he brings in from the fields.
Lemurs? Yeah, they're super cute. But I bet they can't kill bats!
Picture taken at the NC Zoo, a pit stop on our drive back from a weekend of camping.
Readers, have your cats or dogs brought home anything strange lately?