Have just deposited the fourth rat of the day on the compost heap (the crows and hawks have got into the habit of coming around and taking away the bodies) and have come to the conclusion, after reading some of the other posts, that indeed I have absolutely nothing to gripe about.

Perhaps these attempts to teach me how to kill and/or what kind of prey I should be hunting should just be accepted as normal. . . and at the very least amusing for the cats! And maybe someday—if I pay attention-I'll even learn how to hunt, who knows?

cheers,

Aux