Ubu’s had glimpses of the outdoors before, enough to meow at the door occasionally. I don’t want to make him an outdoor cat, but I figured it couldn’t hurt a few times in the winter, when he’d be too cold to stay out long. So he’s been out two days in a row now. Today, as I went to get him and bring him back in, I found Ubu on the porch with…. a head.
Now, I’m not sure if he killed it or not, but he hasn’t been able to provide an alibi. And he was pretty excited, rubbing against me, eating, and batting around the bird head.
All doudts as to Ubu’s killer instinct have been erased. As for evidence, like feathers or little bird feet, we haven’t found any. But Ubu’s not meowing for his dinner, either.
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