My cat is a mighty suburban hunter.

While I was out kicking people in the head, apparently the Bunnywife heard a munching sound from the kitchen, and checked it out.

There was BooBoo, eating a chicken breast.

But… we didn’t have chicken tonight.  Or have any chicken thawed.

So, somewhere in my quiet suburban neighborhood, a child went hungry, because BooBoo (that’s his name, and boy does it fit) stalked the wild chicken breast, snagged it in his little teeth, ran home with it…. put it on his food plate on top of the leftover kibbles… and had dinner.

I may have to re-evaluate said cat’s IQ.

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