Just another Aeluroid lowering around

All around are enemies. No matter if the day is bright, the snow gleaming. They are there, just behind the fence, waiting and watching.

But I too know how to watch and wait. My huge brain, moreover, stuffed tight into the small space of my feloid skull, bursts with cunning and malicious patience. Forget the failed schemes to bring health, sanity, and culture to the stupid masses. My specialty is killing stuff.

Did you know that the mongoose and the hyena belong to my superfamily? How about yours? Any killers in your family?

Me?

Raptors

A fatter, sleeker, and faster Halibut writes now from the cover of lush foliage. All this month, the merlins have been screaming at each other from rival spruce-top nests. The sparrows have been too stupid to live in more than occasional terror. It is reassuring to know that the world, that way, does not change.

Gooney and Bhiksu have tried to keep up, as you may see.



(Yes, yes, I know it's on its side, but then I am cat. Cope with it.)

Even the humans have been killing things. I must admit I had a shock the other evening when I overhead them, grouped around the metal box in which they burn their prey. "Grilled Halibut." Fortunately, it was just a joke. They had caught some sort of inferior bird and were doing their best to disguise the flavour by dousing it with a black powder and a yellow liquid. I am too refined to mention the words 'dirt' and 'piss'.