With FSM as my witness, Tunch trotted in about ten minutes ago and dropped a bird at my feet while I was sitting in the lazyboy working on the laptop on a tray table. I thanked him, then got a paper towel and threw the bird over the fence. Before I threw it, I checked, and it looked like this little bird was the victim of kitty violence, and had not died naturally. It also was not flattened, so that ruled out my “He fell on it” theory.
I’m gonna give him a vigorous furminating (he’s miserable with all this hair in the heat) and I may even have a little tuna for him.
What a good boy.