The down side of being adored by a cat...

My girlfriend's cat Oberon has taken a shine to me in recent months. He'll walk with me to my car, chattering at me as we go. He hops up next to me on the bed, demanding scritches. He lets me pick him up and carry him around.

In the wee hours of this morning, his devotion took on a new level. We were woken at o-dark-hundred by the most awful piercing SCREEEEEEEEEEEEs, and lots of rustling and bounding across the bed. Yup, the mighty hunter had decided to present me with the gift of a still-live bird, as I slept.

We still haven't got all the feathers cleaned off the floor yet. Actually, I don't even know what happened to the bird... Troy, who was awakened as well by the din, generously took care of it when it headed down the hall.