“What do they feed it anyway?” Ascanio asked. “Bacon and strawberries.” There was an outraged silence behind me. “Bacon?” he managed finally. “Yep.” I moved forward another six inches. Easy does it. “Because that’s what it would catch in the wild, a boar, right? I can’t wait to see a pack of bunnycats take down a wild hog with those short tiny legs. Wouldn’t the boar be surprised?”
