this is gus, looking through the bamboo in the back garden.
he's always hunting, but mostly only passively so. he sleeps primarily. he's a cat.
i was telling a friend at brunch yesterday, gus hadn't left me any little dead critter at my door in several months, then last night i see a cute little mouse sitting idle on the cement stair. the tiny rodent was missing its upper half -- no head. its fluffy fur looked really cute, even in that lifeless state next to the long ugly tail, bright red spot of blood, and grey gut organs exposed. i felt sad ... and humored at what i had said earlier in the day.
i used to be a dog person. now i like cats. i've always liked bikes.