I’m not sure if I want to get another cat in the future.
This morning he brought a bird in, but this one was still alive. I quickly got it out of his mouth and chucked him out. The wee thing was lying there on the kitchen floor, unable to fly properly. Cue my dad coming downstairs, ready to get it in a bit of kitchen roll and drop it over the fence into the neighbours’ flower pot. I looked over the fence for it when I was on my way out, it was still alive, just sitting there.
When I got back from college the path was littered with blood, feathers and what looked like a bird’s head. I looked over the fence again though and the bird from before was still lying in the flower pot, dead. So that’s two in one day. :/
