You want fries with that?

Prince, the Slim and Loving Cat, twin to Otto the Magnificently Lazy, killed a chicken yesterday.

My neighbor called me tonight to tell me the story, under the auspices of "perhaps he ate some chicken bones and we should watch out for any vomiting, etc." but I suspect she really just wanted to unload the story on me.

See, in our neighborhood, some people keep chickens. Our neighbor's kids left their pen open yesterday, and their chickens ran wild and free through the backyards. Prince, ever on the alert for such situations, collected one of the pullets for his own consumption.

Somehow, he made off with this bantam hen and traveled over two tall fences, and consumed his prey in another neighbor's yard, in full view of a group of children. It was a white and grey chicken, apparently, and when the kids tried to separate him from the chicken, he got rather agitated and wouldn't be scared off his kill.

This is rendered more ridiculous by the fact Prince weighs just about as much as a bantam hen himself. And while I tried to nap this afternoon, he licked my hair and scalp... with his CHICKEN LIPS.

Hub-D is kind of proud of the little guy. Felling and eating a chicken like that. At dinner tonight, he spotted a poster of a tiger, and said, "We should hang a poster like that over the place where Princey sleeps, to celebrate his fierceness."