The Wifely Unit bought one of those flexible split screen door covers with the magnets down the middle a couple of years ago. She likes to keep the patio door open so the fucking cats can come and go as they please. I was sitting here a few minutes ago with the headphones on kind of mindlessly flipping through the web looking for things of interest and I kept hearing something in the background with the occasional meow thrown in.
I wasn’t paying any attention to it until I went to get up and get some more coffee.
Across the room a bit behind me and to the right, I see the little Murder Machine batting something around.
My eyes ain’t good and these cheap glasses are so scratched they look like they are fogged up so I couldn’t tell what it was. It kind of looked like a bunched up dark colored sock.
So I walked across the room to pick it up and find out it’s a fucking bird instead.
A still warm, freshly dead bird.
Gee thanks Kitty, just what I wanted this morning. Out to the garage, get my Picking Up Dead Things The Cat Leaves Laying Around Needle Nose Pliers, come back, chase the murderous fucking cat off and pick the still limp bird up and go deposit the carcass into the garbage can outside.
The cat didn’t seem to understand my lack of enthusiasm and why it’s little present disappeared.
Back outside it went, looking for a fresh victim.
Sorry, no pics, I was too busy getting rid of the evidence and didn’t think to get one of the Great Hunter and it’s kill.