There is something under the stove, Human Mommy.
I’d tell you what it is, but I don’t want you to freak out.
I will dispatch of it and then leave its remains on your pillow if you are really so curious about what “it” is.
Can you see me? No? Perfect!
Took you a moment? Still good…
Camouflage is essential to us hunters …er… nature enthusiasts.
What’s this Humans?
Is this a bowl of canned, ground, mass-produced Cat Food?
No, thank you.
In the summer months, I follow a strict, raw food, paleo diet, inspired by my cousins the Lions.
The Cats told me that Human Mommy likes nothing more than freshly killed gifts.
Sometimes the Cats lie.
Still, the act of killing…er…giving is reward enough in itself.
When it’s too cold to hunt birds outside, amuse yourself by preying on the puppy’s toys strewn around the living room. The squeaky boa constrictor befits a young, bored lion, though it would be even better if the snake were filled with nip.