Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Murderer.

Darwin stayed outside all night last night, and in the morning our sweet baby birds lay in a bloody, half eaten mess at the foot of the tree, their nest tipped over. I'm never petting, talking to, or even looking at our cat ever again. I feel so sad...

1 comment:

Debbie said...

I'm so sorry! How horrible! However, I know part of the reason you got Darwin was that he reminded you of our old cat, Mitten. And you recall what Mitten did to your beloved parakeet, right? Darwin is living up to his predecessor.