I usually recommend the old "looking through your fingers with your head slightly turned away from the screen" approach.
Meet Stevie. Quite a handsome dude with his big eyes. Don't let that fool you. He may look like the kind and sweet guy next door, but Stevie has a talent that I can only admire. A manly talent. An archaic talent. It makes me want to beat my chest and howl to the moon together with him. Too bad I am neither a gorilla nor a wolf (although Mom says that in my younger days I used to howl to the moon a few times ... I can't remember that, must have been my werecat phase).
Stevie is a hunter. I can see you looking each other, thinking that isn't unusual for a feline. Stevie isn't an ordinary hunter, though. The game he keeps taking on day after day after day is much more dangerous than a little mouse or even a rat.
He's facing certain death every day, but never stops in his efforts to keep his people and his cat pals safe.
Let the pictures speak for themselves.
|"I've got its tail!!!"|
|"You can come closer now, it's dead alright."|
|The fiendish enemy - beaten.|
|"They get bigger every day, but I won't let that stop me!"|
|Another one bites the dust|
|"You only got what you deserved, but you did put up a good fight."|
|Ready for the taxidermist|