Two days ago. Just two days ago, my wife looks at our two pet cats (approx. 1 year old) as they tuck into the food we've just put out for them, and says "aren't they sweet?".
"No," I scoff. "They're totally cynical predators, not remotely sweet."
I think I called that one right. The missus is out this morning taking our 4 year old to tap dancing class. I pop down to the kitchen to make a coffee. Crikey, what a mess, I thought Maggie was over getting paint all over the floor like that. Oh, lots of feathers too, shit, that's not paint. Ah, yes, just in the next room, there's Lily playing with the carcass of what looks like a baby pigeon.
And now Lily's moaning at me because I chased her off and got rid of her catch.
We got cats because we spotted a live mouse in our kitchen. One dead bird in 2 months of outdoor access since we got them is still a reasonable price to pay for the absence of live rodents I suppose.
"No," I scoff. "They're totally cynical predators, not remotely sweet."
I think I called that one right. The missus is out this morning taking our 4 year old to tap dancing class. I pop down to the kitchen to make a coffee. Crikey, what a mess, I thought Maggie was over getting paint all over the floor like that. Oh, lots of feathers too, shit, that's not paint. Ah, yes, just in the next room, there's Lily playing with the carcass of what looks like a baby pigeon.
And now Lily's moaning at me because I chased her off and got rid of her catch.
We got cats because we spotted a live mouse in our kitchen. One dead bird in 2 months of outdoor access since we got them is still a reasonable price to pay for the absence of live rodents I suppose.
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