Today I saw and heard the most awful sight that you could possibly see in a inner city suburban garden.
A songbird, either thrush or blackbird in the mouth of a big fat tabby cat, being held by the shoulder and squeaking with abandon, whilst the cat trotted to its allotted spot to despatch said bird.
Still it keeps the damn birds off the cherry trees and my fruit bushes.
Conflict of interest. I don't much like cats, and I have a dog that couldn't catch anything.
Chav's having a raucous BBQ is my particular bugbear about inner city suburban gardens :-)
ReplyDeleteI own a cat, or rather the cat owns me. Not got the time or patience for dogs.
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