Sometimes the humans come home to find something small and helpless has been…tortured by the felines. It’s always distressing, and no one wants to be the one who has to clean up the carnage.
I have taught them well. Both of them are avid hunters, chasing down their prey with unflagging energy, relentless in their pursuit, swift to catch and claw and rend. Swirly-striped Taffy is deadly, no question, but it’s wide-eyed little Flannel Cat, the sweet-faced grey one, who leaves the most corpses in her wake.
Just look at this poor victim, cut down in its prime just yesterday. It didn’t stand a chance against her vicious fangs.
It… it was still soggy when the humans found its lifeless remains. And they keep finding bits of it about.
And it wasn’t an isolated incident, either. There’s a pattern of wanton destruction here that is frankly disturbing.
Sigyn says (and I agree) that she hopes all the missing bits are accounted for.
Otherwise, the litterbox is going to be very colorful this week.