See the picture below? The one on the right is Skipper, a stray who loves to be petted. It took weeks before she would let us touch her and now she can't get enough attention.
Sunday morning the weather was perfect, warm enough for coffee and a good book (actually it was a trashy novel, but it WAS good). Skipper jumped into my lap and I petted her while she purred and stretched and nuzzled and slept with a big smile on her face. Cat heaven. After about an hour she jumped down and I hardly noticed, but about twenty seconds later I heard a big commotion under the deck, a pause, and then little kittie footsteps up to the deck. I looked up and there was little Skipper with a chipmunk in her mouth - headfirst, with it's little chipmunk feet clawing the air.
Skipper sat down and ate that sucker from head to tail. Fur, guts, bones, everything. I gagged, my wife screamed, and Skipper seemed quite unaffected.
Damn cat. :eyes: