Nyx presents...

Nyx is the family cat. She never used to go outside but now she does. And that is fab. Her coat looks shinier and she looks less stressed.

 

 

But having a cat that goes out means that we have kills. 

So far this year the total of deaths is one, a sparrow chick which we (Carys as I failed) had to put out if its misery.

Until Sunday, Sunday I found this under the chair....

 

 

I've no idea how she got it in and why she hadn't killed it but I wasnt happy having to get it out of the house. Hence the beanie in the dustpan brush, the frog had nestled in next to it and I wasnt touching the frog at all. I'd found it because Nyx was stalking something under a chair and I had to shine a torch under the chair before I saw it jump.

I've had words with her about bringing one in, I mean love the presents but a frog. Its nearly as bad as that time when old cats bought in a slow worm except there was definitley more squealing.

Ffi