I had two companions while out watering the plot last night. Here’s one. The loveable lazy cat who likes nothing better than to be made a fuss of while slobbing out on the bed (the towel keeps his hair off the pillows).
The other was this little chap, who sat by me and watched as I filled the cans from the water butt and hunkered down in the longer blades of grass.
And then they met, and just where Oscar killed him, I found the rest of his family, picked off one by one.
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That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever seen.
Now I’m depressed. Poor little miceys. Who knew that murderous thoughts lurked within those sleepy eyes.
Oh Nik I am shocked by the picture of the poor little mice having met their fate! Oscar has shocked me, I thought he was a cat with a conscience!Obviously he is feeling much better and fully recovered! Sue x
What a tragic little image. And yet, it describes our collective condition. I’m afraid that sooner or later – we’re all those mice…