Day 4- the carnage returns

That's it. Ruby is getting a cow bell to wear around her neck. Currently as I write there is a partially alive bird (I assume) that has fallen behind the pantry cupboard. Just what I wanted to wake up to.

Obviously this is not the kind of protein my mother had in mind.

(Incidentally, I now have to pull the cupboard out from behind the wall and deal with this little issue before breakfast.)

I can't stand this behaviour of my resident little killing machine called Ruby. I am beginning to have tensions whenever I am sleeping and am awoken by her playing with something. And she is starting to look particularly evil.

UPDATE: Moved said cupboard away from the wall to discover NOTHING. The horror! I began to panic. The bird was lost in my 300 square foot apartment, slowly decomposing. I phoned the boyfriend for support. A few minutes later and a scratching sound was heard. The bird emmerged from it's hiding place behind the cupboard. I Immediately removed the killer from the premises and retrieved a capturing device. The bird led me on a fast chase across the apartment floor, under the bed and into the bathroom area. The bird then miraciously recovered its inflight navigational system and flew up to the window sill, paused and then took flight to freedom.

Ruby is still getting a cowbell.

UPDATE #2: After a leisurely afternoon in the sun with Michael and a lovely meal at my favorite East Van restaurant, The Clove, we returned home to find Ruby had an insatiable appetite for bird playmates. Another field of strewn feathers was found on the floor, the bird still living. Ruby drunk and lounging on the bed, with sleepy eyes.

BAD KITTY