I’ve just been brought a present, for the first time ever, by the special kitty. He ran into the lounge with a small, very dead bird in his mouth. He then proceeded to bat the bird around until we scooped it up in a bag and put it out with the rubbish.
He (the kitty) is now wandering around the house wailing.
I’m secretly quite proud. I never thought he’d have the guts to touch an animal let alone bring one in the house. (Those that have met special kitty will understand!).
On a sideline, I don’t want to go to work tomorrow. I want to shut myself away and hide.