He's not been the same since he went to the vets, I'm going to call them and ask for my real cat back!
Last Wednesday Harry caught a mouse. He’d been in the garden all evening and when I went back into the living room I noticed he’d got one of his ‘toys’ out. When I looked more closely I realised it was actually a real dead mouse!
While DH and I were looking at the mouse Harry grabbed it and ran outside with it and was rolling around throwing it in the air. Every time we tried to grab him he picked up the mouse and ran off. Eventually we got him away from it and DH got the mouse on a shovel. In the end we left it in the alley beside the house as fox food.
Sunday's offering was a stag beetle. Luckily we managed to rescue this and put it in the neighbour's garden but I'm worried as these things happen in threes. Next door feed the birds, what if a pigeon misjudges it's landing?!
Here he is looking smug after the mouse incident.