Escape

This morning Mystère battered his way in through the cat flap with a fat pigeon in his jaws. Unfortunately (for him) he hadn't taken the precaution of ensuring it was dead first. After a tussle with S, the pigeon flew free and not surprisingly was reluctant to come out of the larder (Mystère's preferred location for dismembering prey). So we left it there for an hour, and when S returned it seemed to be settling in nicely, making itself a nest, so he had to chase it out to the nearest open window. Here's its little souvenir. More photogenic than what S had to scrub off the floor in the larder anyway.