Feathers, everywhere. No sign of a dead bird, though. One sheepish-looking tom cat skulking on the sofa in the lounge, who looked at me as I walked in as if to say, "who, me?".
Little bastard. He's got a bell on his collar, and everything. It's been ages since he caught a thing.
Little bastard. He's got a bell on his collar, and everything. It's been ages since he caught a thing.
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