Argh!

So my cat walks in, I can still feel the cold outside air in her fur as she walks past my head and wakes me up by gently limiting my breathing as she pushes a soft hairy blanket in my nose and mouth. I realize I’m thirsty, wake up completely and turn on the bedroom light, to see a feather stuck on the tip of one of her whiskers. (Which immediately reminded me of “The Vampire Lestat” that I just read, drinking blood, and taking away my thirst all together)
Now it’s not that I don’t know that my cat hunts, and I know she brings in mice, but there is nothing more confrontational than knowing your cat has just been nibbling on a nice and freshly killed (presumably) dove and right after that rubbed herself all over your face.
Yuck.

Yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck, YUCK!

I feel like I’m partially to blame for this poor bird’s demise :-(

Now I’m incredibly awake, hungry and a bit appalled by the potential dead bird smeared all over me. I’ll need at least 10 minutes of an old James Bond movie to get to sleep again. I think I’ll gamble on Octopussy, as I’ve been using that for four nights to get to sleep now, and I still haven’t gotten past the backgammon bit ;-)