So about 10 minutes ago, I walked downstairs to make a coffee and to my surprise the dining room floor was covered in feathers. Bit strange I thought, then I noticed my cat sitting in the corner with the little smug yet evil look all over her face..."Merry fucking Christmas Alice, here's a dead bird I just murdered for you". And there it was all limp and lifeless on the floor... The one thing I hate about cats, or my cat anyway, is that she will kill anything she can just for the sake of killing it. That was probably the 10th I've had to wrap up and throw away since we got that cat. Ugh! Yeah, that's the most exciting thing that's happened today.