Caruso was a bad boy. A VERY bad boy.
I bought two chicks from a street vendor, intending to raise them up large enough to be on their own, to give to a friend who can use the livestock and the eventual eggs (assuming I chose correctly and they are both hens). Well. Our three cats were mildly interested in the chicks, but we kept them apart in separate rooms. Well, I thought we did, anyway.
Caruso got in. Smaller chick became cat food. BAD Caruso!!
Sort’ve hard to blame him a lot for acting like a cat, since that is what he is.