When we were new to having cats in the house, it always bugged us why, despite being fed regularly and substantially, the cats would still hunt down the frogs in the garden. Then, we learned that cats hunt not necessarily out of hunger but simply because that’s what they are by nature — hunters.
I was going through my external hard drive and came across a set of photos that I know I have posted in this blog before although the entry, along with hundreds of others, was lost in a massive technical problem in December 2005.
We had a kitten, Whitey, from the second litter of Sam’s she-cat, Bebe. Whitey died before reaching adulthood but, as a kitten, he was frisky, naughty and quite lovable, actually.
On August 15, 2005, the date on the EXIF data of the photos, when there was still a huge empty lot where grass grew taller than the average man near our house, Bebe brought back a small snake. Whitey took it from her and proceeded to murder it under the kitchen table.
The kitchen is an addition to the original house. There is a doorless passage that connects it to the rest of the house. I stood in that doorless passage not wanting to let neither kitten nor snake out of my sight lest the frisky kitten should decide to bring the snake to some other part of the house and do his heinous deed there. I would rather know where the snake was until the moment it was dead. So, I stood there. With my camera. My dSLR was only a few months’ old at the time and I was forever tinkering with it.
After a few minutes of toying with the snake, Whitey brought it behind the kitchen door. The next time I saw the snake, it was skin and bones — literally.