Early one morning I went out on the back deck with my coffee ...end of the deck I saw a little bambi. We both stopped and looked at each other. Then its eyes widened, I swear its jaw dropped, and it stared over my shoulder. I turned round. And there was the black cat Roadie (otherwise known as 'Killer') trotting along, tail in the air, pleased as punch, with a bloomin' full-sized squirrel in its mouth, front end limply to the left, back end to the right. How the hell he managed to catch it, I don't know :o....btw squirrels act dead when they're caught I found out......squirrel much alive & ran off when it was dropped.
