Getting back to the little bird... I tried to get Pepper to take her still live breakfast out of the house to no avail. She was torturing the little thing under our dining table. I hate that about cats. Anyway, I finally got a hold of the injured little bird with a pair of tongs, after Pepper released it for a moment. I took it outside and put it under some flowers in our front yard garden, then I threw Pepper out to hopefully finish her dastardly deed. While I was coming back in from releasing the hens this is what I found Pepper doing on our driveway...
Pepper: "What? I just found it like that!"
She's such a liar!
What do you have to say for yourself Pepper?
Pepper: "Yes, really. I am The Great Black Huntress. Now if you'll excuse me, it's time for my beauty rest. I must be well rested before my next hunt."
Bad ol' puddytat!