Cat Daddy and I went to visit my sister at the weekend, in an effort to escape feline bullshittery.
We failed in our mission.
Mesdames et Messieurs, it may well be deep autumn here in the UK, but nobody appears to have told Roux this. The little sod is still merrily hunting, as she did throughout the summer, and the arrival of household guests meant a perfect opportunity to show off her hunting prowess.
Roux’s favourite spot is underneath the acer bower in the garden, where she remains completely concealed when the tree is in full leaf. My sister and I were chatting in the kitchen when, suddenly, Roux sprang out from her hiding place, feathers flying and a huge pigeon in her mouth.
Oh. Mon. Dieu.
Luckily Roux wasn’t able to see the task through to the end; the pigeon was able to flap free and fly away. However, the evidence of the attempted murder was there for all to see, in the form of feathers all over the lawn and stuck to the offender’s whiskers.
Meanwhile, back in TW8, Catorze appears to have behaved throughout our absence. Once again, I don’t understand it but I’ll take it.
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