The darkest game of catch and release

I'm not talking about fish

A few weeks ago, I introduced you to our new resident cat - Ace. She's done such a great job of making herself at home that I can hardly remember what it was like before she was here.

I've almost gotten used to her pathologically brutal hunting skills - almost. Yesterday I was sitting on the deck and heard a crunching sound; I looked over to see her devouring an entire rabbit like she was in one of those hot dog eating contests. The rabbit must have been at least half her body weight. Needless to say, she napped most the afternoon to digest.

Ace has started her nightly ritual of super creepy gift-giving, and I wish it would stop.