Tonight's kill was a big stray tom cat. I saw it running through some tall grass and at first thought it was a woodchuck. Ruger (AKA "Booger") caught its scent, flushed it out, and the next thing I knew had it in his mouth flinging it around. He did let go of it, and I went over to investigate. (Not too close!) The cat was still alive, growling and hissing, able to move and turn with the dog as he circled it. I kind of half-heartedly tried to call Booger off, but he was too intent (I know, I know, poor training on my part) on the game. So, I walked away because I didn't want to watch. Booger was up to the house about 10 minutes later. When I went out to lock the chickens up for the night, I saw the dead cat laying right where it was when I left earlier.
This is the first cat he's killed that I know of. He has also killed several raccoons, squirrels, at least one muskrat and some rabbits. He is up on all his shots.
This is the first cat he's killed that I know of. He has also killed several raccoons, squirrels, at least one muskrat and some rabbits. He is up on all his shots.
