Bad Case of Thrush
in the sitting room. It's never a good sign when you get in and there's a pile of feathers next to the cat flap, so I was prepared for the worst. Fortunately Molly wasn't in (she's the killer), so there was a proud Muffin lolling in my computer chair and a somewhat traumatised juvenile thrush sitting on the livingroom carpet. It was therefore a pretty routine operation to grab a teatowel and drop it over the thrush whilst telling Muffin what a clever hunter he is, get a firm but gentle grip on the bird, and get it out of the house. SOP is to deposit the victim somewhere the cats will have trouble reaching it so it has a chance to recover from the shock before the hunters come back for another go. It hasn't been brought back in, so hopefully it made it.