Mmm, I caught Clyde one morning about a month ago wandering around with a black cat in his mouth.You need a hungry cat. The ratter feline of my youth destroyed everything smaller than itself, and scared off big dogs.
It had injuries "incompatible with life" I'm afraid.
Look at his little face. I'm still trying to convince Mrs G that the cat committed suicide, we are surrounded by a 6' fence after all.