Nov 13 2013

The cat we feed isn’t ours. He belongs to the neighbors but spends much of his time on our back porch. We feed him in the morning and the evening. He rubs against our legs. He blinks his eyes at his lovingly. We talk to him and he purrs. He is our cat.

Recently I saw him trotting across the backyard with something in his mouth. It was a small bird. He dropped it for a moment and the bird chirped frantically and fluttered. He seized it again and carried it off into the woods.

We coddle a killer.

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