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Gore.
This morning, one or more of the cats found a tiny bird to play with, mutilate, and eat. They did this in the living room, dining room, and kitchen while we slept. (I had left the front door cracked after getting up to feed them.)
So there were tiny feathers EVERYWHERE as well as bits of bloody meaty parts. I couldn't handle it. I had to have Dwayne carry me through the kitchen so I could hide upstairs while he cleaned up the mess. I have a feeling, though, that we are going to be finding tiny, black feathers for a good long while.
*shudder*
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