We all know that cats bring home captured prey as tribute to their human family. Over the last week Anya, who just turned two, has been delivering live geckos, one after another. At least five if not six. In each instance she’s bitten their tails off before bringing them home. And then, as cats tend to do, she plays with them to death. Well, not really because after congratulating Anya for being a good hunter and telling her how much I respect her prowess, I grab the gecko, take it outside and throw it over the fence. And then Anya will bring home another tail-less victim. Rinse, wash, repeat.
