The boys turned seven on Monday. I’d gotten home from a trip very late Sunday night, and almost forgot. But we did have a catnip party that night. And because I was so tired, I had the woman we board the dogs with keep them one more day. Which is a big present to Giz. Simba slept with me on Sunday night (what was left of it); and Gizmo slept with me on Monday night.

Unfortunately, they repayed me the next day by bringing in a baby rabbit. Drops of blood all over our family room floor. When they bring in birds, they won’t let them go for love or money. But they seemed just a bit unsure of what to do with it, and let me take it away from them easily.

I took it outside, and I think it breathed its last breaths very quickly. I felt terrible, even if it is Darwin at work (it must have gone right into the kennel — and I thought the birds were stupid; at least they can fly). I told it how very sorry I was.

It’s so difficult to reconcile the cat that cuddles against you all night, purring, with the heartless killer that kills even though it’s just had breakfast.

Yes, I know that that is their nature, and that nature can be very cruel.

On a more up note, Gizmo has cuddled with me on the bed a few times, once even staying after Chester jumped up and curled up behind my knees. I know it doesn’t sound like much after 2 1/2 years, but it was big for him. Lola, luckily, was outside.

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