My granddaughter's cute little black cat started rushing purposefully about the sitting room last night and crashing around behind the curtains. Of course it had lost its tinkling bell collar and was pursuing a mouse: a nice chubby brown field mouse, its usual prey apart from fat water voles and the occasional sick-making shrew. This morning the corpse was laid proudly in the middle of the hearthrug, and the granddaughter removed it. I hope that she and my wife are at this very moment stuffing the cat into its cage to be taken to its real home and give us a rest from the constant violence and pools of horrible puke.
I feel the bell collar is too easy for the cat to remove. Perhaps a small automatic klaxon superglued to its head would be a better idea. Damn animal.
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