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?