I walked into the kitchen this morning to pour a cup of coffee, and when I returned, I witnessed my son trying to eat his first wild game meal.
Kramer the cat was lying on his side. Grayson was straddling him, holding him by the front leg and the scruff of the back of his neck, and had Kramer's head in his mouth. Mmmm, fur.
Kramer was being very patient. He's a great, baby-friendly kitty. Maybe it's his old age.
I considered naming this post differently. Something about eating... something. Use your imagination.