Eight Lives Short

One evening Ms. Coyote told her worthless husband, Wile E Coyote, “I’m hungry!” She was pregnant with her tenth litter, due any day now. 
“Yes dear, rabbit, quail, or…” He purposefully left it hanging for her to decide. 
“Cat, a nice, domesticated cat,” she replied, her opened jaw salivating with craving. “Your babies wants a cat to feed on. They are so tasty.”