vicious predators

[anotheranon]

The cats are hunting.

Or, more specifically, Spice is hunting. About an hour ago I set them both on a large cricket I found in the basement. Kisia wasn't sure about it - she didn't like the jumping, but when Spice saw it the world ceased to exist.



I'll add to the chorus of whoever says that cats are mean little bastards - Spice has been hammering on this thing for an hour and what you see in the photo above is the patient waiting during the final death throes - the cricket is now under the sofa and the last time I saw it it had a broken leg. Kisia is sitting at a discreet distance - while she's fascinated, she seems to think the Tiny Jumping Thing is kind of icky (she much prefers house centipedes).

Ah, mini-Wild Kingdom...