Beware of the cat

This has probably been our worst week of lockdown thus far.  

A combination of the kids not getting back to school - Boris Johnson is a liar, who knew?! - having to cancel our summer holiday and general lethargy have added up to a universal feeling of crapness. 

But this morning, we had a bit of drama to at least inject some life back into our household.  Unless you were the poor bird involved (and no, PC Police, I'm not talking disrespectfully about Vanessa).  

Jamie was up early, as per usual, and went downstairs for his brekkie - letting Cleocatra (pictured above) out first for her morning........whatever it is she does. 

But a few minutes later, he came running into our room whilst simultaneously waving his arms and making loud noises. (Most males can't do two things at once, never mind three, so I was initially very impressed). 

Jamie explained the scene in what we call the toy room and asked me to come down to survey it with him.

And this was what we found.        

Yup, the bird was still alive at this point - barely.

Jamie, a proud ornithophile himself (look it up, I had to) initially offered to take it outside, after donning personal protective equipment.

But by the time he'd got everything on, Cleo had finished what she may or may not have started (hopefully the bird was already injured when she put it in her mouth) and we had to move on to consideration of burial options. 

In the end, I bravely scooped the deceased into a dustpan before running screaming across the garden and throwing it over the wall.  At least it got to fly one last time.    

But I really must have a word with Cleo.  Call me mean if you feel you have to but, whilst I don't mind the kids bringing friends home for dinner (albeit not during lockdown), this is not a privilege I wish to extend to the cat.

In other news, we've erected a gazebo in our garden for socially-distanced chinwags.  I'm heading there shortly to drink beer because there's bugger all else to do.

You will note that the elaborate set-up includes a patio heater.  That's because we live in Yorkshire.

Enjoy your weekend.