Doesn’t Sable look so innocent? Right, nether is she or her mother GrandPam. Sable is watching for birds to either run into a window and knock themselves unconscious or fly too close for her pounce.
Who purchases a birdbath Sable has taken over to watch the birds in the bright red bird feeder GrandPam is constantly replacing when it attracts our bear instead of the birds? Who purchases all that bird seed they devour incessantly when the chipmunks don’t get it first?
Truth is GrandPam’s has a bird feeder to attract birds so she doesn’t have to purchase as much deli roast beef for the bird catching, devil, Kitty. This was the last one below. Today GrandPam observed Sable jump from under her hiding place below a Rhododendron bush, leap into the air, catch a bird, in mid air then GrandPam chased Sable around, trying to save the bird, ending in Sable eating it whole, head, feathers, beak, wings, feet, right in front of her. Oh, she is such a sweet little Kitty.
Sable the demure, sweet, city kitty during the week becomes the wild, carnivore, mountain panther huntress on the weekends. Nothing is safe in her presence.
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