I also had a female cat who was a good hunter, although small in build.

One day she proudly marched into the backyard with a white fantail pigeon hanging by the neck from her mouth, with the tail all spread out.

Another time she came home with a whole leg of lamb. One of the neighbours must have been screaming blue murder, but I never found out who it belonged to.

This cat had the dog next door well trained. She was in charge and he was her slave.

Helen