Supreme Grossness

All hell just broke out at Chateau Hawkes.

Mojo enters garden from Stage Left, with small bird clamped in feline jaws

Scrumpy clocks the cat – and the prey – and deftly rips it fdrom Mojo's jaws

Mojo counters, with a swiping paw from the right, rapidly repeated until Scrumpy is backed into a corner.

Mummy (that's me) hears all manner of canine and feline wailing from the garden and joins the affray.

Mummy tries to work out how to get the (now dead) bird out of Scrumpy's mouth without actually having to touch it. (EEEEEW)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Miraculously, Scrumpy drops it.

It seems only fair to award the kill to Mojo. Mummy briefly thinks about explaining 'you didn't catch it so it's not fair for you to eat it' to the dog, but swiftly realises this is the first sign of working from home insanity.

Mummy drags a very dissatisfied Scrumpy indoors.

Current status – Mojo ripping the p*ss out of Scrumpy by rolling in the sun on her back and ignoring her feathered conquest. Oh no, make that Mojo now pouncing on it around the chairs (not much of a game as bird is on its back and oozing silently onto our patio slabs).

Scrumpy desperate and whining in kitchen.

And I wonder why it's so hard to get a full day's work done with two furries in the house…..

Gee-ross.

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