Neko was never that good of a hunter by any stretch of the imagination, but with the sudden abundance of squirrels, even she couldn’t fail at catching them. Today, she had eaten her fill and even caught more than she would want to eat herself, so why not cache them? Since she was not much of a hunter, she usually didn’t contribute much to the food cache. In fact, she probably ate significantly more than she contributed, but she didn’t really feel any guilt, having been busy throughout the summer with gathering herbs.
She carried a couple of surplus squirrels to the cache site, but wasn’t quite sure what to do with them when she got there. Should she just bury them as they were? Or should she let them dry out like she did with her plants before she cached them? Perhaps it wouldn’t matter. Maybe they would get eaten before they had a chance to spoil. She might have known what to do if she had paid more attention to what she getting whenever she ate from the caches, or even watched or listened to the others when they cached food, but she had failed to pay attention on both counts.
She sat there for a bit, holding the squirrels in her mouth, staring at the cache site, trying to figure out exactly what she needed to do.