Sometimes too much.
The cats have all brought me love gifts. I thought they were unusually active last night; one settling beside me in bed which is unheard of. The other two scuffling around on the floor, scattering leaves and chasing odd socks and underwear under the bed.
Or so I thought.
And then I got out of bed and found one jealously guarding a not-quite-dead baby rat, and the other guarding the scattered and tattered remains of a baby crow. My bedroom floor awash with severed limbs and feathers, guts and bits of skin.
They're very pleased with themselves, and busy winding themselves around me, dragging their prizes around to drop at my feet. I have bare feet.My gratitude is limited.
I'll spare you the photos.