Not a good way to start the day

Gerry the cat
When I was leaving for work this morning, I noticed my big black cat Gerry crouched next to the car. On closer inspection I saw the feathers.

“Gerry!” I said, approaching him with menace, but he picked up his meal and ran into the yard. I tossed a frisbee near him and he jumped away from the rather large bird he had killed.

Only it wasn’t dead yet. It sure wasn’t going to survive though. At least, I thought, it wasn’t feeling any pain at this point, but I still felt an obligation… I walked to the side of the house, returned with a shovel, and after spooking the cat with another throw of the frisbee, I finished the job.

Bleh.

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