For the most part, the kitties are content to limit their murderous tendencies to the mice that live in and around the barn. But Whisper has recently set his sights on larger prey.

"EEEEeeee!"

Derby’s eaten his share of these guys, but never the cats. Until Whisper found one living across the driveway from the barn, and decided that was too close. And if he couldn’t take one out, he knew who could.

Whisper: "I don't have Napoleon complex." Squeaky: "I could take out a medium-sized dog."

Mom watched as he scouted the burrow, and then went back into the barn. When he re-emerged, he was leading Mom’s mini-panther, Squeaky. Squeaky made short work of catching the thing, and then dragged it, still alive, into the barn. It was a little harder to control than their usual playthings, the mice, so at some point, it got away and made a break for it. Then Zip, our littlest and most timid cat, took some decisive action. With none of the usual dorking around, she pounced, and that was that.

Who ever said cats don’t hunt in packs?