the beast of girton

[woolymonkey]

I couldn't get Humbug to come in tonight so I went down the garden to see if he'd got stuck in a tree or been cornered by one of the farm cats. I found him crouched over a freshly killed pheasant.

He let me bring it, and him, in and was apparently happy to trade it for a pouch of Whiskas. Sunday lunch at the monkey house will be pheasant casserole.

Comments

[dbalthasar.livejournal.com]

Wow! None of my cats as ever done anything that helpful! (Ok, yes, Floyd brought me that mouse when I was sick. He meant well, I think.)

[woolymonkey.livejournal.com]

It's the thought that counts.
But dinner is nice too.