nauseated"Hey, I gotta go. The cat's killed a bird," the Pirate says in a panic.
"Really?" I am sort of happy about this, not realizing that he would ever be able to hunt, being a formerly indoor-only cat.
"Gotta go! It's here in the living room - with no head."
And now I'm making that face and I can't stop. If, when I get home, I can still tell where it was, I'm going to be both cross and grossed out.
