Hunting Binx

Mrs. Smith, a friend of Grambambi, who stops by and visits occasionally with her and the boys, is thought by Ethan to be a family that lives in the neighborhood. And to understand this story you have to know that Mr. Smith is a hunter. So, while going to school this morning Ethan informs me in a whisper with his hands over his mouth, because Mr. Smith could be listening at this very moment, that, "Mr. Smith kills animals....and then eats them." He is very concerned about this and then adds, "Don't let Binx out. I don't want him to get eaten."

Binx is our cat. Albeit cats aren't Mr. Smith's game of choice. And I am fairly certain he is hunting for deer which are not readily found in our neighborhood. But still, don't let your cats out people.

Poor Binx never gets let outside. He would be toast in a fight. He doesn't have front claws and his very, very FAT. If he had the brains to sit on his opponent, then he might win.