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I'll have you know I was eating spaghetti when I read this account. It was not what I expected.
Ick.
I used to live in the forsaken state of Kansas where there are more prairie dogs than people. At the power company, there was a whole city of them I used to go watch. The company had created some trails through the dogtown. This, I learned, was for their safety, not for the niceness of it. Cats LOVED this dogtown. In a cat's mind, prairie dog=big mouse. Unfortunately, the buggers worked together to take down their fair share of cats. One of which I happened upon while walking the trail. It looked like one had gotten on top and attacked until the cat just gave up.
They didn't eat it, they just wanted to defend their burg.
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