Huckleberry was savaging the tiger flower (not really his, but what the heck) this morning. By the time I got my phone into camera mode, he was posing with his kill:
Not long afterward, I saw this:
Awww... poor unwanted discarded widdle kitty!
Update: Top Hat was feeling left out.
No, they don't (generally) do the "five of his six ends are pointy when he lies like that" thing, except for Huckleberry when he gets all wound up. Their usual response to belly rubs is to stretch out and purr. My attempt to raise them as dogs hasn't been entirely in vain!
You may note that the third photo lacks the sharp focus of the first two. Actually, all three are in focus; it's Top Hat herself who's out of focus, and has been from her youth.