Nature Is A Cruel Woman

Tonight, whilst I was editing some projects for work, I looked up to find my brother transporting the cat into the room and depositing her on the floor.

"Er, Luce?" He said, once he's finished telling Polly to stay put. "Polly's got something in the porch."

Polly has a nasty habit of munching down on small rodent-y animals, and then leaving their remains spread across the laminate flooring. With trepidation, I followed Peter to the porch, where he pointed to Polly's food bowl.

There, in the middle of the biscuits, sat a small shrew, shivering slightly and looking slightly chewed upon, but scoffing down on the dry food with relative enthusiasm.

Guess every cloud has a silver lining!!!