Creamsicle caught a squirrel.
I thought it was dead, but Mrs. L.A. said it was still moving. I was going to dispatch it with snakeshot, but couldn’t find my H&R 999 immediately. The squirrel seemed to be perking up, so I put it on top of the shed in the back yard. It isn’t moving around much, but it is moving on the top of the shed.
Creamsicle was a stray who adopted us. She must have developed hunting skills, and she has demonstrated them with birds and mice. But a squirrel? She never seemed to be interested. Besides that, she has a tiny little mouth and she’s not a very big kitty. And the squirrels are alert and fast. It never occurred to us that she would or could catch one.