There is a cat that often scratches on my door wanting to be let in (a successful tactic), sleeps inside my house at its convenience, and eats food from a bowl that gets refilled. This is Angus. Previously Angus lived with a neighbour who passed away.

I declared the cat to be on a diet: "You fat feline, I'm sick of you coming in here like you own the place, expecting to be fed, and leaving without so much as a 'thank you'. You wanna eat? Kill that deer when it comes through the back yard! Get out!"

So yesterday I saw Angus lounging on the deck, with a furry dead thing beside it - a rabbit. It was devoured some time later. Not quite the deer, and a small rabbit at that, but still . . .