A shattering stroke of violence disrupted my flat today, murder. Murder most foul. If I were that way inclined I would say murder most fowl, but that might cheepen the post. Our beautiful blue carpet has been marred, one of the cats caught a bird and splayed feathers all down the hallway and through the lounge. Not quite so lovely, eh?
Naturally both animals looked innocent, which lends me to believe they are both guilty as sin about something or other, even if not the bird. And if it were one of them, what was the bird? A sparrow perhaps? It was hard to tell from the feathers - which were rather worse for the wear. How did the cat enter the building, did someone let it in especially? Was it even one of ours? They are pretty lazy, did they just invite friends over for a pot luck? I would not put it past them.
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