Spud, my black and white kitten written, brought in a partially alive mouse for the first time weeks ago. It was horrific but he’s a cat, it’s in his nature to do so. It was sweet to think he had brought it to me as a gift (that’s what they believe, right?) Then a few days ago I found he’d also brought in a very dead, deader than a dead bird – again; it was understandable. Both occasions I knew his intentions but wished so hard, he would bring me money and chocolate bars instead of animals.
Rodney, on the other hand, has just walked through the door with a roast potato!