This morning at 5.20 little CJ woke for a feed.

This time, S1 said she’d let me sleep and she’d sort him out (given the awkward timing for me getting up for work).

3min later, the peace was shattered and that plan went out the window.

Little Pixel came in with a special present. She was so proud of herself it was hard to be mad, but I will admit to being guttered.

She had a squirrel.

I suspect it might have been poisoned/half dead/sick as catching a full squirrel without even so much as a scratch seems a big stretch for a small cat… but I wouldn’t put it past her either.