Good morning all.
The kitteh looks like the feral marmalade that stalks squirrels in my immediate area. Which might be from one of various litters of the Feral Female Feline Birthing Center aka my old potting shed and lumber depository.
A small structure really, not enough room to swing a cat but with some useful nooks out of the weather for the unwed mothers and the occassional confused Angora bunny.
The other day the Marmalade Marauder made quick work of one the annoying squirrel gang intruding on the said shed. Leaving the nearly decapitated gang member as warning to others. The Duke de Marmelade must have gone for chalk to outline the corpse in aid of any police investigation when I came to the scene. Noticeable lack of squirrel gang activity since then.
Good morning! Orange tabbies are the Ur-cat to which Felis catus reverts in the state of nature.
Our kittehs have failed to catch squirrels many times, but we’ve had deposits of headless rabbits.
The squirrels are a chatty bunch, and if one of them saw the murder of a gang member, you can bet the entire gang and their cousin’s brother’s uncle’s dad knows all about it. They’ll steer clear for a while, and then they’ll force a young one into a rite of passage to bell the cat. I love a good story!
And hooray for the Duke de Marmelade! Although squirrels are like crows in intelligence, which is why they’re so successful. They bury up to 10,000 nuts/acorns and can remember where they all are. If they don’t retrieve them, it’s because they don’t want to and not because they’ve forgotten. They always find the oldest ones first when the need arises.