After dinner tonight, as I'm leaving to go upstairs, I notice two of my family's three cats, Shiloh and Archie, staring out the window. When I go to check it out, I see our third cat, Duncan, lying down lazily next to a dead squirrel. When he notices that his audience left, he proceeds to move the squirrel into the flower bed and then chews on his or her face.

What the fuck Duncan.
Just because I'm impressed doesn't mean you can come inside.

[Edit]
God damnit Bubbles for noticing the hilarity of that last sentence before me.