Lilith, that most beautiful – and feral [*and* plush – Ed] – of cats, bounded through the study window, just as we were about to go out, with her mouth full. Of pigeon. Dead, thankfully.
we cornered her in the living room – I scruffed her, while Pete manfully disposed of the sky rat, which was already half dismembered, and then we hoovered up the feathers, of which there were LOTS. We’re still finding them several days later.
as you will see, she has previous for this – the photo attached to this entry was taken in April 2004!
I shudder to think what state our house would have been in had we not managed to stop her, or if we’d already left. Although to be fair, she eats most of her prey. As in “most of each individual item of prey” – usually just a head and entrails left. Bless …
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