This damn cat ate so many of my chickens. I patterned it and one day at lunchtime my wife said there was a ruckus at the coop. Instead of heading down to the coop out the back door, I snuck out the front door with a shotgun and some turkey loads. Cut the cat off as it was going on its trail from the coop to the woods. Caught the cat with a chicken in its mouth. Look close and you can still see feathers in her mouth!
