I had one of my most traumatising experiences thanks to my late cat Bubble. She liked to catch huge pigeons and doves. One time she caught a racing pigeon and we found it's leg and had to call the owner (you could just tell he was an old chap with a flat cap and sounded really cut up about it)
But WORST of all the time she brought in a half decapitated pigeon which proceeded to fly around the room and spread feathers and blood everywhere, including a big splat of blood on the window! I didn't know what to do! I ended up having to catch it and drown it in a bucket. I was pregnant at the time so couldn't even have a stiff drink afterwards - TRAUMATISED! ![]()
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Barney, I love how you got all your cats! You big old softie!
