It’s a compliment when your cat brings you a dead animal…
right?
I just looked out our window by the front door and there is a dead cardinal by it.
Seems that someone loves me a lot.
Poor Mr. Cardinal…
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It probably didn’t look very lovely. But it’s life. And death, unfortunately. At least it didn’t fly into your patio door glass. That’s when you really feel bad. Trust me, I know this.
My cat used to just bring back a leftover organ. A little bird or mouse kidney… or liver. I don’t know if that meant he loved me a lot, or not much?
Yes, a show of love, and I guess you can feel lucky it wasnt a mole or mouse or something more yucky. At least it was a pretty cardinal.
We are really loved by Garfield then. He nabs a mouse, mole, or bird for us a few times a week.