This is after the furry bastard turned my dining room into an improvised morg, like the ones the police use when there's been a mass murder. It contained 2 dead mice, a dead frog and a dead robin. All of which were discovered by my 2 year old who came to tell me, " Mummy a mousy is sleeping in the dining room." I was only in there this morning doing paperwork and it was corpse free then so the slaughter occurred while I was at work. I was then forced to act as a wildlife undertaker and transport the deceased to the wheelie bin.
That cat is a gingery nightmare!