The thrill of the hunt

Earlier this evening, Learned Claw successfully stalked, caught, and delivered to me a black hair band.

I gave him a treat. (Along with cockroaches, bed bugs, and undergraduates, black hair bands represent a fast growing threat in my neighborhood.)

This mighty fluffy killer is now asleep on my stinky running clothes, stretching his little front legs out off the edge of the bed. Yawn, fluffy killer. Show us your fangs.