Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-38015773-20191207220932/@comment-37443679-20191209071212

My old dog Spock (both he and my ID after Star Trek) cornered a very angry lemming under a rock. He couldn't get in and the lemming couldn't come out. They barked and squeaked at each other for hours. Then we went walkies. When we returned, Spock was very disappointed that his prey had vanished. At least he didn't torture them for ages, the end came quickly.

The cat, on the other hand.......sorry, paw.