BewareCat decided to punish us for going out to work/childcare all day by bringing a bird into the house. A tiny, beautiful songbird. Which was dead by the time DP got home. To a living room festooned in feathers. So far, so very sad/typical/feline.
But what on earth possessed him to put it in the food waste bag?! Just finished making sandwiches for tomorrow, take a few bits over to the food waste bag on the kitchen counter, and get the shock of my life to see a tiny bird staring up at me.
So I now have a serial killer for a pet, a muppet for a DP, and a Hoover full of feathers.
This is grounds for just chucking both of them out into the garden for the night, right?
(I mean, in what way is a dead bird food waste?)
Does anyone else live with a lovely but occasional idiotic man?
He is empathising with the cat. The cat didn't eat it so it was (cat) food waste. At least he cleared it up! Wait till you get the injured live pigeon, the bloody squirrel tail, the large dead rat..... I hope you have a big food waste bin!
It's gross when you think about it but I do kind of understand his logic...I mean you'd put a chicken drumstick in food waste. This is the wild, more recently alive equivalent...equally as degradable as a drumstick iyswim.
Ooh, that is grim. Our cat would literally rather gallop around the living room howling than take a crap in her pristine litter box unless she is truly desperate (we keep her inside at night) so that's not an issue we have but all of DS's dirty nappies go straight outside. The thought of cat poo fermenting in the bin....