He looks relaxed. Safe. Even cuddly.

But he’s a killer. 

Early this morning, I woke to a commotion. Claws clicking on hardwood. Paws galloping. 

I got up got halfway down the stairs to see two cats, Cocoa and Ragnar the Magnificent looking at something on the floor. Something that moved one way, only to be batted back by a paw. Then it tried to move in the other direction, only to be hit by another paw on another cat. 

Meanwhile, the dog watches, as fascinated as me.

I let nature take its course and went to the kitchen to make coffee. 

Soon, the dog came up to me, with that “I have something to show you” look. I followed her to the dining room, to find Ragnar looking at a dead mouse. 

He seemed curious, but otherwise unconcerned.

A cold-blooded killer.

That’s him. 

I’d be afraid, but he purrs. And I find that calming.