Ever since we moved here our cat, D2 a.k.a. Mr. Two, has been stalking backyard critters.
(A note on D2's name... this is what happens when you let research technicians name cats. He was part of a breeding experiment, his brother was D1, he's D2. At least he's not named after R2-D2. We also call him Mr. Two, Two, Toober, etc. etc.)
So Mr. Two likes to skulk around the backyard, menacing birds, bunnies and squirrels. But he never seems to catch any, and we liked to refer to his hunts as photo safaris.
Well he sure showed us.
The other day I was in the backyard reading when I heard a piercing squeal. I looked up to see a striped kitty galloping top speed to the open back door with a writhing bunny in his jaws.
Head twist, cracking sound, limp bunny.
Running fat bald guy, trying to shut the door in time. Failure to achieve stated goal.
Cat dragging bunny corpse all over the house.
Finally Two dropped the bunny and patted it quizzically. Get up and play! It's not naptime till I say it's naptime!
I put on some rubber gloves (I'm fastidious about some things, like raw death) and tossed it out by the thicket. The next day I went out to bury it... flies were already hunkered down on its pelt.
Since then the cat has been energized and emboldened, chasing down prey with fresh expectation.
I choose to see it as a good omen for my upcoming auditions. After multiple rejections, maybe I'll catch a bunny.
And then it'll die and be buried. Stupid omen!