A cat in Narnia

Be warned cat lovers, this tale does not enhance the reputation of our beloved felines... I arrived in Narnia (the C S Lewis nature reserve in Oxford) this lovely autumn day and spent some time hanging out in the sunshine by the water in the company of the mallards and moorhens on the water and this young cat. A blue dragonfly (I'm not up on these, may have been a damselfly?) was skimming the insects on the water's edge. The cat and I were soaking up the sun. Or so I thought, until out came a long paw and a roughened tongue and one poor dragonfly was being trotted down the path in the mouth of our furry feline. Then back it came, butter wouldn't melt etc. It's a harsh world.