Greedy
Cassie's been breaking her diet. She caught a bird yesterday (much to Rach's shock) although she didn't actually eat it or anything - Rach got her to drop it and then took it to the vets - and this morning I come downstairs to find half a mouse on the carpet. Literally. Oh the joys of living with a predator!
Or worse...
assuming the injured, escapes, dies scenario.