For some odd reason mom thought it was exciting to record dinner at our home.... Well, so there you have it.
It goes something like this: She kills the prey - she is pretty good at it I have to say.... We watch her very carefully, and she is faster with that knife than we would be with our teeth - we leave it up to her. Besides, why bother? Let her do the work - why not?
So we just sit around throwing her ugly looks and yelling our throats off.
Then she locks me in a room (she says if she doesn't I will eat everyone's food), serves Lucky and Hope, and walks all the way to the other side of the house to lock Mac up - apparently boys know what's up.
Anyway..... She thought it was amusing... Hoomans, you know?