Ok, so Alfie (a.k.a. the Alfinator) was getting a bit large even for his “tall, big-boned frame” and I had to put him on a little diet. He was approaching 19 lbs and it’s healthier for him to be in the 16 lb range.
The good news is Alfie is looking much better and has an extra spring in his step and his jump. The bad news, he’s turned into a grumpy scavenger and is wreaking havoc indoors and in the wild.
Of course, he disdainfully denies his involvement:
Alfie’s redefining mean & lean and channeling his predatory ancestors.
Unfortunately the poor squirrel was DOA. : (
And then there was the giant locust I caught him with. When I approached, he started ingesting it head first, defying my command to drop it as he crunched away on in fiendish delight.
Not to be outdone, Lucky has been terrorizing the local lizard population.
Fortunately, I was able to rescue this one… I don’t like violence or senseless killing of any kind, but nature is cruel and cats are known to be among the cruelest. I do keep my eyes on my little rascals and intervene whenever possible.