Having only three legs doesn’t stop Minnie from hunting.
This morning I saw her scanning the marsh in our pasture. And this was after she had her breakfast kibble.
Later I found a tiny stomach or some internal organ on the back porch. That was all that was left of her morning hunt.
We recently lost our last barn cat. I actually miss those little offerings!
Barn cats bring the rhythms of nature to our back doors Marilyn. I’m sorry you lost your cat. I bet there’s another one out there somewhere now, looking for a barn to fill.