Inspired by the events of a few weeks back, here is a picture of my own cat, Theo (a.k.a Theophilus P Wildebeest). This version is tame compared to the bloody horror I was actually faced with. He’d come sauntering down the garden looking like he’d auditioned for the part of Carrie, having taken out a lovely, plump breasted pigeon in the back garden. I would show you the picture I took but it’s kinda gross. He really didn’t enjoy it when I donned my marigolds and hosed him down in the bath afterwards mind you.
Seems karma did make him pay for his crime as he picked up a UTI after that. Maybe my next picture should be of the cat being haunted by a mangled pigeon ghost, the murderous villain.