I was out in the pasture with the dogs this morning and saw a rustle in the leaves near the garden on the other side of the fence. I saw Flo in there, lurking, waiting for some mouse or mole or baby rabbit to emerge. I had to look closely to see her, and then she popped her head up to meeow at me. She is a sweet thing, sometimes, but I would not wish to be her prey. She is a killer.