Trouble

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This is Harry and Clare. Soon after training them to use the catflap, tinyjo and I bet with each other on when they would catch their first vertebrate. They'd already brought in worms (which, to be fair, are basically self-wiggling string made of meat, and hence asking for it), and we'd seen enough pounces followed by slightly confused and skeptical chewing to determine that moths and/or flies were also already game. They subsequently brought in a number of large caterpillars, so it was only a matter of time:


We bet blind, with me picking August 31, and tinyjo picking a couple of months later. Yesterday evening, alerted by odd mewling noises from the garden, we rescued a confused and indignant-looking palm-sized frog from an equally confused Harry. The lesson here is never to bet against the murderousness of kittens.