Silently, he stalks his prey...

So mom was nice enough to not once, but *twice* leave food out on the counter for me the week before last.

*yay*

First time it was leftover pork roast. Dee-lish! And the second time it was deli turkey and cheese. Lunchmeat, my fave! (I just left the damn cheese where it was.)

Only thing is, I can't for the life of me figure out why she got upset when she caught me with them. Yelling something about me being a 'dirty lunch-stealer'. What's that all about, eh?

Well, anyway, I've got to go and stalk me some stuffed mice now. Gonna see if I can't rip the head off another one. For some reason mom didn't react too well to me hunting and killing the face off my toy. Her boyfriend though, he said something about having 'the hunt' in me. Ain't that the truth, my killer instict! Well, at least someone appreciates the lengths I go to around here.