The well dressed catman

So what does a Man of Constant Leisure do on a winter morning when he's got a 10 a.m. funeral to attend? Well, he puts on his finest funeral duds, swills a pot of coffee, and, before attending to his grim obligation, sneaks down to the river for a little morning fishing.

On this morning, the well-dressed catman was rewarded with a sleek little channel cat.

So far this week, I have caught three cats. All hit on dead--almost jerky-like--fatheads. Meanwhile, the lively minnows I've tossed into the river have gone utterly ignored. This leads me to believe that the cats are in full scavenging mode.