Shrew

The cat brought home his first hunting trophy yesterday- a shrew, bloodied but still with the use of all four legs. I scooped it up, took it outside and released it into a flower bed. I don't suppose I've ever handled a shrew before. They are fat and wriggly with a rodenty overbite- and altogether pitiable.

Cats will be cats but I really wish they wouldn't.

It's a design fault in the universe.

Setting The Universe To Rights

But it's design fault that can be rectified- at least locally- by the application of a collar with a bell on it. We're ordering one online. It's ever so cute. It's decorated with a skull and crossbones motif.