And the terror continues.

I just got up from my computer to get a coffee refill and found another bird carcass lying on the bottom of the stairs. This poor chick-a-dee had its head viciously gnawed on. My initial reaction was denial. “It was some other cat you killed the bird and came into our house. It just can’t be my angle kitties.” But Kevin says I need to face reality.

I’m harboring two bird killers.

I took some pictures of the dead bird carcass but Kevin said no one wants to see that sort of thing. It was kind of cool because I placed a coke can next to the body so you could get a “feel” for the bird’s size just like CSI. Am I cool or what?

I’m scared to go to bed tonight. What if they drag one onto the bed itself? All of a sudden, the idea of sharing the bed with Artie is looking better and better.