March 18, 2012

She’s still alive but just barely. I almost walked right past her but saw the steam rising above the snow. She tried not to move when she saw me, even stopped breathing. But I pounced on her nevertheless. I didn’t need to. She would have been dead in a few minutes anyhow. But I wanted to taste the warm blood as I pulled the flesh away from the bones. I licked the blood off my claws, cleaned my whiskers, then gnawed on the bones of the lovely sparrow snack.

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