yesterdays present when i woke up:
keep in mind, my garden is surrounded with a with 5-6 foot wooden fence, over which Bubba had to drag that wabbit,
then get it throug the cat flap somehow, keeping in mind that Bubba himself only barely fit's through it.
Ok it's a young wabit, but it's not a baby anymore, that's a 5 pounder...
Bubba on the left, Boris on the right
I know it was Bubba, because Boris would have half eaten the Wabit , resulting in blood and guts throughout the house...
Boris has an instinct limited to eating... he has seen hungry months before i "rescued" him,
while Bubba never has been hungry, and as such just focusses on his killing instinct, and then looses interest.
Bubba likes his food cooked, Boris just goes after anything he can get... even if it's in my plate, while i'm still eating...garbage can's or dead animals... all good too