When the Phenom was a child, his family had many many dachshunds. Phenom says they were vicious little things. They would, as a pack, tree some cat or raccoon, then they would take shifts under the tree until it fell out. This process sometimes took days.
This was the scene that came to mind this morning. I walked out of the bathroom, freshly showered and dressed, to find several of the cats gathered around the wine rack . . . with some quarry obviously trapped.
No little body has been found, so at least they were neat about it.
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