Tiger - My favorite murderous feline
The Tiger cat was truly one of nature's
great killing machines. When killing season (early spring to mid-autumn)
came around, Tiger was there to feast on a bounty of mice, birds, ground
squirrels, regular squirrels, rabbits, moles, and other small mammals.
Sometimes she would kill two at a time. Most often, as pictured here,
she would chew the head off the hapless critter and then leave the rest
of the body on the lawn, in the walkway path, or on the front doorstep.
Tiger had her own ramp so I could let her in the window, and more often
than not on a summer day, she would come up to the window, scratch on
the glass while I was reading a Stephen King novel, and meow. Actually
it was more of a "Mrrmph" because she had a mouthful of half-dead bird
and the meow was drowned out by the feathers. Once I denied Tiger entry,
she went off to finish her meal. I never knew if the cat was proudly
showing off her latest kill, or just trying to sneak inside and enjoy
her fresh catch without being bothered by the dogs or outdoor cats. And
of course, whenever Tiger gorged herself too much on her journeys, there
was always the danger that she would puke prodigiously in the house
afterward. This is why we had to be ever vigilant not to let her in the
house when she had eaten. Sometimes she would swallow a ground squirrel
almost whole, and it would come up again like a bad mob hit gets
disgorged from the East River.