Smokey, my Vietnamese cat, did it again. At least once a year, he either ‘murders’ a bird or mouse. I do not know how either get into my house but if they do, they will face certain death. Maybe I did not give Smokey enough attention when he was a kitten. Maybe I should have thrown him across the room less often. All I know now is that Smokey, aka Killer Smoke of Death, goes on a pyschotic rampage killing innoncent birds and mice.
I lock my room at nights now. I swear I can hear Smokey howling all night…
(Smokey’s victim lying motionless)
(Smokey stalking his next victim)