RIP Mr Magpie
I thought our cat had reached the peak of his hunting trophies when he brought a teenage chicken home last week.
Mouse outdid himself this morning. when Mr Fink was ready to leave for work, he found our cat, 'Mouse' under the dining table entertaining a dinner guest..... the guest didn't know it was HE that was on the menu.
On closer inspection, the magpie was beyond help, (but still biting me!) so he was dispatched quickly and with the minimum of fuss.
I dread to think what the next lunch item through the catflap will be?
