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Kitty was a hero this morning. I’m busily taking apart a hard-boiled egg when the little one scurries into the kitchen swatting at something. I look down, and he is chasing a mosquito. I take a few seconds to put my egg down without making a mess, and we both lose sight of the insect. A few seconds later, BK flushes it out from under the kitchen table, and we corner it so that it lands on the island counter. Whap! I’m wearing someone’s blood on my palm, and my little hunter enjoys a richly-deserved chicken treat…