I was at the kitchen sink, as a good little housewife should be 😉 and saw a sudden flash of black under the white thorn hedge. A cat! Leaping for and seizing some prey, which of course I assumed was a bird. But it was grey and seemed a bit big for a bird. Surely not? I dashed upstairs for a better view. A rabbit! Bloody cat had managed to get a rabbit. He took a couple of seconds to control it and then nonchalantly strolled across the lawn and down the driveway holding it by the neck between its teeth. It looked heavy! I didn’t recognise the cat although we have noticed some cruising through recently. He was a blocky looking thing. Almost muscley which for a cat, is odd. I considered giving the cat a fright in case he dropped the rabbit, which may not have been dead. But….well, then I’d just have a nearly dead rabbit to deal with.
Good job he didn’t get a bird or that would a Dead Cat Walking. (My father is the Avenger of Murdered Birds).
I’m quite shocked.