May 8, 1982. Today the female cat killed a half-grown rabbit. I looked out through the picture window and saw her with this rabbit in her jaws which she dragged under the porch. James was horrified. Later, she was out on the porch licking the blood off her paws with a very satisfied expression. I don't care much for rabbits. They aren't cute at all, even the little ones. All they do is make stupid, galvanic attempts to get out of your hands, and big rabbits can give you a very nasty bite. I tried to retrieve the remains before they manifest themselves and start haunting the porch with the reek of carrion. I can see nothing from the accessible end of the porch and don't aim to crawl under there.
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