This evening I found one of the 2 week old kittens laying on the garage floor with its neck gapping open; literally torn apart. The Tom cat who I thought was the dad had been staying close to the garage lately, I thought it was some parental thing going on and was impressed over the past week actually. I let the Mom found the mom had made a bed for her new litter in my garage. When i walked into the garage and saw the dead kitten, it took a moment for my brain to actually register what I was viewing. I initially did not fathom the Tom cat doing this as I stood there struck in awe. I was thinking somehow a possum has gotten in here and killed the kitten; but it is broad day light outside and that was not likely. I had already visited the garage this morning and everything looked fine. As I reached down to pick up the dead kitten;
I noticed the Tom cat was in the garage sitting looking at me. He apparently had been observing me, view the dead kitten. I asked him what was going on in a calm voice but bewildered. That cat ran from me; he hides himself from view. He has never run from me, even when I spanked him; He was ashamed I saw the dead kitty. I cannot believe the Tom I have grown to love, killed a baby kitten.
Since the episode, I have separated him from the family of cats. I am thinking about getting rid of him.
I am so angry with this Tom cat for killing that baby