Dark Meat
The other day, “Killer” brought in a hummingbird for lunch. Ahem, Sassy, is declawed (don’t look at me, I didn’t do it!) and so obtaining such a prize is quite remarkable (except she does it rather regular-like). BUT I ushered her out the door while I prepared to give the birdie a decent burial. EXCEPT it was still alive! I placed birdie in a tissue-laden box where it sat stunned for a good two hours… then suddenly, it whirred up to the ceiling, I opened the french doors and off it went! (This is a sad story from Sassy’s point of view… or any cat for that matter).
Oh dear, I’m glad the hummingbird lived :)!
It’s stuff like that that makes me happy I have indoor cats, all they bring me is bottle caps and plastic they steal out of the recycling. They don’t even catch bugs, they stare at them :).