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A couple of years ago, Frank finally understood what Nikki meant by bringing him all those dead animals. They were FOOD! Until then, he'd just sniffed at them and turned his back, but now he started hunting himself. It was mainly small moles to begin with, but the moles began getting bigger as Frank's skills increased.
Last summer, I saw a squirrel in that same tree where Nikki had had her terrible adventure. Then I saw Frank sitting below the tree, licking his chops. At first I screamed at him: NO Frank! But then I relaxed and thought, if Nikki didn't manage it, Frank certainly will not manage to get it. Then Frank jumped up to about a foot from the ground and hung like a sack of potatoes from the tree trunk. He looked so ridiculous, I could hear the squirrel laughing its head off. I then saw the squirrel hop away along the tree tops. Frank followed it along the ground. They disappeared into the woods.
A moment later, Frank came out of the woods proudly bearing a dead squirrel in his mouth. I couldn't believe my eyes. Clumsy old Frank, who didn't even know cats hunt until a few years ago. It is still a mystery to me that he managed to catch the squirrel. Or might he have found a dead squirrel lying on the ground in the woods? This is the theory my sister insists on, since she has absolutely no respect for Frank and his hunting skills.
Maybe he just killed the squirrel with laughter.
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