|A rare shot of her face... I am sure I had the camera on super zoom because there is no way she would let me get this close.|
Anyways, Charlotte is a great hunter. She must get that from Punkin (who only goes in the basement to hide from me when she thinks its time to scare me half to death because I can't find her).
So yeah, this time of year, Charlotte's main choice of hunting subjects is snakes. We have found dead snakes in the basement and in the cat food and in the storage room every spring since we got the little nut. The snakes aren't big, maybe 10-12 inches long, no bigger around than a pencil. The must get in from underneath the front porch (yes, my basement is under my porch) because that area of the basement is not very sealed at all. Yeah, I know, we need to work on that.
I guess my point is, I am thankful that the snakes have no apparent food source (ie little bugs, mice, or other little annoying things) and I am thankful that I have a cat that find pleasure in killing them. I just hope Punkin doesn't catch on, because that will mean bringing me dead snake presents in the middle of the night.