one day fatso (our cat) arrived home with live, screaming bird in his mouth. poor think was crying loudly while we chased the fat bastard around the house to help the bird. the fool finally slipped, hit the wall and opened his mouth. and the birdy had a chance to run away...
but fatso's mouth is kinda small and no harm was done to the bird. quite unlike when one day my rottie saw a pichon of some bird in the garden. before i stopped her she grabbed it in the mouth but at my scream released it. dead already, broken back. one bite, one life.
