Je vous presente, le mechant chat, Socks.
anyways, upon returning home, the cat, Socks, as usual, runs out to greet me (or whoever has returned) and starts to bug you for food by meowing incessantly.
today, was no different, except she suddenly ran into the nearby bushes and shrubbery and starts canoodling around in there. she emerged, triumphantly, with a small bird clutched in her mouth. i was utterly digusted and proceeded to make her let go of it, so the bird could fly away. but the poor thing kept seizing and wouldn't stop, the only improvement it made was that its bloodshot eyes went white again. it died... :( i was so sad. so i buried the poor lil fella, and now i am highly irritated by cats. although i still love them. :) and i do understand that its a cat's nature to catch birds.. but i don't like it.
i am so contradictory sometimes.
I still want my kitties when i have my own house.
One shall be grey/white and it shall be named Gandalf.
The other will be brown, and it shall be named Frodo.
However, i think i shall change the Frodo kitty's name because i recently discovered my dear friend Emmy has a kitty named Frodo. :) how coincidental :D
edit// Emmy's kitty Frodo died a few nights ago. :( So sad, twas run over by a car. i hate hit and run jerks, especially if it's animals they hit. :(
Wow, my blog posts have been very animal-ish recently. lol. :)
anyways, just wanted to randomly but up a photo of Molly's kitty, called ''Pavlova'' (me thinks?)

Isn't he just gorgeous :)

1:33 pm ♥