I remember reading somewhere that when a cat loves you, it will bring you a lovely present, like a half eaten mouse or a headless rat.
My brother and his wife are in Turkey at the moment.
Well, I suppose they have to use their apartment sometime!
I volunteered to feed their cat Tom while they are away. Marese left very precise instructions about how he was to be fed.
"Cover the bottom of the bowl with cat nuts and then open the pouch of food and squeeze it over them. Fresh water can be found in the outside tap."
I obviously have been doing a FABULOUS job, because today when I went to the area of the shed where I leave his food, there waiting for me was.......
A FECKIN' DEAD BIRD!
I'd say Marese heard me scream in Turkey. I know Tom meant well, but I'm sure I've told him before that I have a phobia about birds.
God bless modern technology. I "vibered" Marese to tell her the story, she texted her neighbour Tim, who came over and removed the offending object, and I got to feed Tom.