This is me, sneaking about in the ferns, waiting for that pesky bird to come down close enough for me to catch it.
I’m totally covert but for some reason the featherbrain won’t come within paw’s reach. And I've been hiding here for HOURS!!!
I blame the servant. Taking my picture gave away my super secret position. Still, she's good with the ham and biscuits so I'll forgive her - provided she hands over a generous share of yesterday’s left over roast chicken!
After all, a hunting cat has got to keep up his strength.
I'm going back out for another steak-out. But first I'll check out my Mancat friends. Maybe their luck is better than mine.