Saturday night with Flaco was mostly confined to “his meadow”. It’s a triangle of a lawn, that is locked from dusk to dawn and is a perfect are to hunt in. He took his time and was in no rush to eat dinner. After an hour, he caught a rat and ate it.

For a few days, Flaco had been keeping his right, lower eyelid closed often. As of Monday evening, the issue seems to have resolved.