I happily shared the scraps with George and Little Miss (Topaz doesn’t do “human” food).
I probably shouldn’t have done that.
This morning George brought me a present — another fish!
I heard the piercing call of “I’ve got something” echoing through the house at about 6:30 this morning. My, he sounded proud of himself!
Reluctant to get up and face whatever small furry or feathered creature had met his end at George’s claws and fangs, I stayed in bed, ignoring reality for a while.
When I finally eased into the kitchen and looked around, there was a small, very dead, fish.