hit the road jack

For a cat with such a nice name, Grace sure is a mean one, at least to other animals. Since her early days, Gracie has been a huntress. Venturing out into the neighborhood, it was not a rare occurence for her to return with her choice of prey--whether it be squirrel, mouse, or bird. Don't get me wrong, we feed her plenty, but she somehow feels the need for the thrill of a hunt, and the occasional taste of a squirrel face.

Anyhoo, since we moved Grace has been a bit more timid in her ways. Resorting instead to sleeping on the back of the couch or lounging in chair on the patio. We worried about her change of pace, but thought maybe she was just settling down in her older years. We have found of late that this not the case. Blame it on the warm weather or peer pressure from the neighborhood felines, but Grace is back in the game.

Grace likes to go out early in the morning, and when my mom came to bring her back in at 7, she was cowering in the corner of the porch, desperate for her mom and a comfy bed. My mom noticed that her collar was missing and that her hair was a mess, some of it pulled out. My dad went out to the yard to survey the situation and found Grace's collar. It was in the grass amongst a pile of cat fur. Right beside it was the collar of another cat. It was black with the nametag "Jack" on it. We're not sure what happened to Jack, or rather what Grace did to him. My dad concluded that they must have taken off their collars and danced naked in the yard. Makes sense in cat world, if you think about it. Poor Jack is still running around naked out there. Grace is probably a bit embarassed that her parents found the evidence. Teenagers these days.