The Bird Man of Old Worthing Town

Last night my beloved pussycat brought me in two gifts. A dead bird and a live bird. The live bird now resides in the airing cupboard with the towels and has an AVON box as his home. Rocker decided to be heroic and save the poor little mite from the evil clutches of Lucy Fur's jaws.

I just shouted "let nature take it's course!", and got the hairy eyeball for my troubles. Well, I'm sorry, a cat is a cat and cat's kill animals and bring them in like trophies. My girl done good.

As for the bird who knows what will happen, he's currently tweet-tweeting happily in his new home. I'm a little dubious, isn't this akin to inviting a Vampire into your house? My theory that birds will eventually take over the world has not been changed and I don't want HQ to be run from our airing cupboard.