May 9, 1982. This morning I founf what was left of the rabbit she killed...somw fur and chewed bones strewn about the porch, gathering flies. The kittens did actually rip it apart and eat it. She takes her role as huntress, bringing meat for the young, very sincerely. The little cats romp about, pouncing on grasshoppers. They eat and sleep and play.
There is a kidney-shaped fish pool outside the picture window. I cleaned it out and put in some large goldfish I bought in a bait store. The cats are always trying to catch the fish, with no success. One time the white cat leapt for a frog across the pool. The frog dove in and the cat fell in. He is trouble-prone.
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