From left to right, that's Iggy, Sprout and Sanford.Every now and then they escape the clutches of the radiant heat and go outside to explore, hunt, and/or answer nature's call. Sanford is the most adventurous; the other two rarely leave the porch. He's a notorious killer of small critters, and when we used to live at the apple farm he would bring me "gifts" nearly every day - nice succulent baby moles, tender frogs, and plump field mice, arranged neatly on the little rug at the foot of my bed. So far, no "presents" have made their way into the new house, but it's probably just a matter of time.
I'd consider "belling" him if he wasn't also extremely good at taking off collars - 10 minutes or less! So far, he's just really enjoying spending time sitting on the cedar fence and watching the birds come and go. Hopefully if/when he starts hunting again he'll stick to rodents and leave the robins alone...
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I'm pretty sure coyotes think kitty bells are dinner bells.
Yeah, that's annother good reason not to go that route.
I actually heard coyotes howling for the first time just the other night...
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