Kickass, the doorstop dog, says the keeper saw the feral black and white hill cat out on the driveway under the robin nest shortly after the recent fledging, and he wonders if the cat had a recent robin dinner? It seems logical to assume so, which does not disturb the keeper since in keeping with the hill rules, anything goes.
There is, however, the issue of the chiggers that somehow seem to have infiltrated the keeper’s tomato plants so when he goes to pick one or two for breakfast he pays a price, and those who know of chiggers will understand his indignation, and his intimate scratching.
It is one thing for the hill cat to eat baby robins—Nature and all of that, but it is quite another for microscopic biting insects to crawl into the keeper’s underwear when he picks a tomato. Though he has learned to pick the tomatoes with a long-handled reaching device, he is still damn mad.