the first kill

I think Luna is ready to become an outside cat. She likes looking at the birds outside, so I got a bird feeder for her so she could look at them more often. Yes, I do get that that is a mean tease. But she'll get over it. So about 20 minutes ago I let her out on the porch after her continual meowing. While she was out there this GIGANTIC cricket jumped in front of her, and she became a predator for the first time...and she actually got it! I was proud and grossed out there was a cricket in her mouth. Unfortunately you can't see it very well, but that's one of it's legs and abdomen sticking out. (In this picture she looks just as surprised as I was that she caught it.)

Luckily I had shut the door behind her since it was hot, and poor thing, all she wanted to do was bring it in and show me. She couldn't meow like normal because then the cricket would be gone. I felt so mean standing there looking at her while she looked up at me wanting to get in. But no way man, if that thing wasn't dead it would be hopping around here when she dropped it. OR I would be finding cricket parts all over the apartment over the next few days. No thanks. Finally she started meowing so I knew the cricket was out of her mouth. Either she ate it or let it go, who knows. But this sad leg was all that I saw leftover by the door. RIP cricket, RIP.