It’s like fucking Wild Kingdom over here. Our cat — a completely defective piece of nature — was discovered eating a dead bird under my dining room table. Mike found this lovely scene, nicely accented by a river of puppy pee snaking across the floor.
The heat killed the bird, which incidentally was building a nest right outside my kitchen window. I thought Hey, this will be great! I can watch the eggs, show the kids the babies, and so on. Now not so much.
And now the other bird in the pair is slowly dying. Also right outside my kitchen window.
And the cat, who seriously is so far removed from “Nature” I’m surprised he recognized the bird as “food” is sitting out under the nest just… waiting. For nature’s bounty to provide sustenance for the laziest animal on god’s green earth.
I’m thinking this doesn’t bode well for the rest of my weekend.
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