Came home from a quick shopping run in town to find the boys wanted in. They're such wimps. Mrs. Gaines was off somewhere. They came in, I unpacked groceries and then I see PD waiting at the OTHER door to go out. The glass one. Good grief, I thought. You should have made that decision before you came in.
Well, since I didn't want to be interrupted all afternoon by a whiny cat, I let him back out. And saw WHY he wanted out. Mrs. Gaines was tucked in the sunny corner by the door with a dead something...it looked like a bird. But I had no time to identify it accurately because as he ran out the door, PD swooped on the carcass and disappeared with it. At a fast clip. Going somewhere. Mrs. Gaines never saw him do it. A second later she's looking for her kill, which is acres away by now. Looking at my earlier post, I'd say she's having a rough day.
PD didn't lift a claw for the kill, but boy is he an opportunist. Must be a guy thing. I'm beginning to think the female of the species does all the work and the males take all the credit. No offense. Just an observation.