Puds incident

As if to prove he is not the scaredy cat I think he is, I awoke this morning to the sound of Mr Puds plucking feathers from a pigeon he had just killed in cold blood. Yes, he brought the pigeon to my bedroom in order to feast on it. The scene was too graphic for pictures. Let’s just say there were feathers everywhere.

5 thoughts on “Puds incident”

  1. Well done puds. Having read some sceptical reviews of your bottle here recently, I salute your bold reassertion of kitty nerve. Huzza!

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