This is what greeted us when we came back from the gym. Princess Fluffykins, mighty hunter and pigeon-murderer, was very smug. Sable had a feather in her mouth.
And most of them were fluffy, downy feathers, not the long stiff ones. I wonder what shape the rest of the pigeon was in when Grandpa nobly took it from the cat and threw it outside!
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