Oh no M is a special little psycho he likes to slowly torture and play with his victims, give them the hope they might have escaped and then present them to me/OH. He does eat some and leaves a neat little piles of entrails and some mouse shaped blood spattered on the walls.... It's a good job my job is gorey.
It depends on whether he wants to find the "living gift" in the next few days or if he can wait for a month or two.I wouldn't get out of bed in the dark with bare feet if I was him
rescued and put outside, one dead gift and one pile of intestines it is not known it the intestines belong to previous living gift. Needless to say he wasn't that fussed about breakfast.What a Clever Cat! You should have rewarded this with a feline delicacy!
He had chicken, to settle his delicate tummy. I may have said a few swears.
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. Luckily I saw her eating her food and clocked the white tail and legs. Managed to grab her and she was hosed down as best as we could. She‘s now keeping out of our way on top of the shed.
. It rattled when I picked it up presumably from pupae inside it. Actually I thought it would make quite a good toy now but nevertheless decided to throw it into the bushes at the end of the garden. At least now the mystery of a plague of blow flies is solved although how I didn’t smell if I’m not sure 
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Willow has just got on my chest and reminded me of the bad thing she does regularly (while being perfect in every other way) by drooling on my face and purring happily as she does it
No wonder he is called Horrid! He is very handsome though! And I'm sure you have nothing better to do......Horrid has been fighting (again!). Horrid is now limping. Horrid is on steroids so can’t have metacam and gabapentin isn’t really cutting it & still limpy so he’s had to stay in as don’t trust him to be sensible.
Horrid will ONLY use a litter tray at work.
And so this is how I’ve spent my evening so that he’d actually go to the toilet
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Her little face - utter miseryI've given Essy her first bath. You would've thought that after all these years of cat owning, I would've remembered to first trim her claws, and I had planned on doing it, but forgot.
However, I actually think she handled the bathing quite well. Only one I'M DYING yowl, and a few quite short-lived attempts at attaching herself to various surfaces to escape the water.
It was when I afterwards had wrapped her up in a purrito, and tried to as gently as possible introduce her to my hairdryer that the real circus started. Apparently my hairdryer is the kitten eating machine from hell!
I tried to just get a little bit of hot air to reach the towel, her body + tail, and eventually ended up bleeding from both some claw puncture wounds on a leg, and one well over a centimeter long scratch on my thumb.
I tried to switch a little between towel drying, and hairdryer, and when she was relatively calm, and finally a bit drier, I let her go. She then spent nearly 2 hours washing herself, which for the 1st hour, at least from my point of view, only seemed to make the fur I had just managed to dry a little, more wet again.
I suppose that it could have been worse. It could have been a whole squirrel, suitably eviscerated. More blood, that way.