Night before last our three ten-week-old kittens vanished. Not a sign of them yesterday morning. Major trauma to the household. General panic too. House to house search conducted, field by field, barn by barn. Nothing. Not a squeak.
Then at 1.00 am this morning, there they were, large as life, bold as brass, hungry as hell. Over the next hour of delirious re-union, three rat corpses were brought in by the mother for the killer kittens to "play" killing with. Nature, to add a final cliche, red in tooth and claw.
At least we don't have to worry for them any more. They are obviously well able to fend for themselves, when they're not being ridiculously cute.
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