The Deadly Hunter
The friends I stayed with in Portland had a cat who knew her business. She was a bona-fide, go-get-um, get-in-my-way-and-you’re-dead mouse hunter. Fortunately,* I caught her in the act:
The friends I stayed with in Portland had a cat who knew her business. She was a bona-fide, go-get-um, get-in-my-way-and-you’re-dead mouse hunter. Fortunately,* I caught her in the act: