Steve caught a bird today.
Let me back this up. Steve dragged a dead bird into the house today. I do not know if he killed it, if it was struck by lightning, or if it just fell out of a tree and he fell on it, but I do know he was very proud and very talkative when he dragged it into the house. We all were very appreciative, and said good job, Steve, even though we don’t want him killing shit, because there is no point yelling at an animal for acting on instinct.
At any rate, we gave him a little bit of tuna, and he promptly passed out in between the treat box and the bottled water, and has not moved for an hour or so. He reminds me so much of Mr. Purr Puff, in that he sleeps so soundly that it looks like he is dead.