No, it's not a play on words.
:0(
We've been enormously careful with the cats during the nesting/breeding/fledging season. Five of them in the house means it can be a tense wee while, but so far this year there'd only been one casualty - and I think it was a wee blue tit that had overestimated it's powers of flight, if I'm honest.
Bit of a setback today when a quick look out into the garden revealed a covering of feathers on the grass, a very dead woodpigeon, and a rather gory-looking Dave the cat.
Woodpigeons are particularly guilt inducing when you can see the bereaved mate flapping around nearby.
Bloody cats.
:0(
We've been enormously careful with the cats during the nesting/breeding/fledging season. Five of them in the house means it can be a tense wee while, but so far this year there'd only been one casualty - and I think it was a wee blue tit that had overestimated it's powers of flight, if I'm honest.
Bit of a setback today when a quick look out into the garden revealed a covering of feathers on the grass, a very dead woodpigeon, and a rather gory-looking Dave the cat.
Woodpigeons are particularly guilt inducing when you can see the bereaved mate flapping around nearby.
Bloody cats.
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