When I opened my bedroom door this morning, Draco was sitting just outside the door with a bird in his mouth. I closed the door and called for Joanne, who was poaching eggs in the kitchen. She got the bird away from Draco and shut the cat into her bedroom. The bird remains alive and under our stove, hiding from our cat-friendly eyes.
Its times like this that I know I totally made the right decision with giving up a cat. The little cheeps coming from the kitchen and the feathers scattered all over the floor merely serve as confirmation.
1 comment:
my parents cat is fat off the land of plenty. actually, my whole family is fat off the land of plenty. except maybe josh; he's the freak of the family.
Post a Comment