It has been quite some time since I have mentioned the escapades of Tiger, the wonder cat. The Curmudgeon Societé Generale thought such articles tended to humanize curmudgeons too much, and therefore discouraged them. However, his antics of today call for a reprieve.
As ever, chipmunks remain his little buddies - he catches them, plays with them and they always get away - he has never hurt a one. Rabbits, on the other hand, don't stand a chance.
"Oh the poor bunnies" you may decry. Get over it - they are just furry pests, and once in his grasp, quite doomed. Today's catch was entirely different, however - it broke free, ran (hopped, whatever) around a bit and promptly fell in the pool. This is where I usually come in - they can't get back out, so I have to fish them out.
Not today - in the heat of the chase, Tiger himself leapt into the pool after the rabbit.
Let me repeat that - he jumped into the pool, grabbed the rabbit and hauled it back out.
Wonder cat, indeed.
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