Einstein doesn't bring us much dead stuff home, he's brought home one pigeon, though I'm pretty sure he stole it off the cat in hot pursuit of him as he dashed in through the window. Just as the pigeon lay twitching in my hands, and the feathers had by this stage come all through the house, the boiler man decided to call by to repair our broken boiler. Leaving the cat with the dead pigeon outside the back door I decided to deal with it at a later stage, and deal with the boiler man first. The thing about nature is that it's cruel. As I already mentioned, the pigeon came inside twitching, and was still alive (barely) when I dumped it at the back door, when I came back the bird was barely in one piece and (I truly hoped) was good and dead.
Perfect timing, as usual, just as the delivery man arrived with our Indian dinner, the cat sat proudly by his side with a dead mouse. As I opened the door, the delivery man looked a little amused by this and when extreme hunger took over we decided to leave the dead mouse outside the front door, Phil decided to leave the cat with it. So now we have a dead rotting mouse somewhere in our garden, super!
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