This morning I went to take the rubbish out and found Tosca gorging herself on a dead bird. It really turned my stomach. As I left for work Henry was stood in the garden with a feather hanging out of his mouth. Tosca had obviously favoured him enough to share a little of her prize. I do love cats and I always will and I do understand they are hunters. It is just a shock sometimes remembering they arn't the tame cutesy little fluffy things I sometimes let myself think they are. To be fair our lot don't really do a lot of hunting. I was gardening the other day with Suzie nearby. Then I heard a horrible shriek and saw Suzie dancing around the bushes. I got up and distracted her and whatever it was got away but oh the look she gave me was precious! There was a beautiful bumble bee in the garden too that you don't see all that often. Henry was pawing it and I was about to grab him to get him out of the way when he quickly gobbled it, crunched it and purred at me looking delighted. I wonder if it tasted of honey?