Got back home just before midnight after spending the afternoon and evening in the nicest part of the East Bay with nice people. See, I can be social at times! There were photos of chickens and there was a very pleasant cat there.
The photos of chickens: a couple keep chickens. Very personable chickens, apparently.
The cat: orange, even tempered, uncontrollable, wants to kill things.
The cat appears to have no moral compass.
A furry psychopath.
It must be stressed that the cat did not claw, scratch, or bite. So it wasn't intent on murdering the humans. Rather, it gave every indication of a keen desire to mayhem the wildlife outside. Despite not quite understanding the wildlife. A fierce mighty hunter who had done in a small creature about the size of a marble or thumb about a week ago, with a happy combination of accident, curiosity, and primal bat the bejazus out of this cute whatever it is instinct.
One suspected the cat of being a reincarnated drunk driver.
Now lovable, because reduced in scope.
I'm not good at drawing cats. They seldom sit still.
Unless they're asleep or hiding.
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