This is Benji and let me just say it up front, right out loud: I am not a vegetarian. No, not from my youth. Neither were my ancestors. Nor my big brother Tiger. We are all hunters. If this bothers you then read no further. I understand. For those who wish to continue, be assured that no blood was actually shed today. Here’s how it went down.
It was a beautiful day with mild temperatures and no rain. Tiger and I were out sporting around, all in good fun. Sue happened upon us just as I found the catch of the day. Bad timing to say the least. And wouldn’t you know it she accidentally let him escape by picking me up to cuddle at the most inopportune moment. Oh well. I’m always up for a cuddle. And I knew I could catch him later. He was not that bright and he was awfully slow. (Just begging to be caught in fact. No challenge at all. But I digress.)
When Sue tired of the outdoors, Tiger and I were left to ourselves. As was the mouse. We played in the garden awhile. Nibbled on the grass. Chased one another and a few squirrels. But it wasn’t long until that slow mouse wandered back into the grass and lost all cover. I pursued for a while. Gently for play. When Tiger took note and I perceived he wanted a go at him, I said to myself, why not? What are brothers for?
And so we had some brotherly bonding time today over that mouser until we both tired of him and let him go. (Honest Sue we did.)
Anyway this kind is not good for eating.
And so I remain,