From the desk of mortified Mama Piggy:
This, Ladies and Gentlemen, is the face of a killer.
A small bird (I believe it belongs to the hummingbird family with its long, curved beak. You're not expecting me to post a photo of the lifeless victim, ARE YOU?!?) happened to perch on our window grille and before you could blink your eyes, Kootoo Boy had it between his fangs.
Pure basic instincts at work, no fowl play suspected.
At least, this is what I think happened, because yours truly was checking on the other two kitties who were doing their WWF thang on my bed when suddenly I heard the sound of sharp claws on cold steel (okay, okay, our window grille is aluminium, but steel sounds more drama, heh). I shuffled out to the hall, and the gruesome sight of Kootoo stuffing a green birdie into his mouth greeted me.
By the time Papa Porky wrestled the limp thing from Kootoo's grasp, it was already dead with a broken neck.
The window is being fully meshed up as I type, to prevent the loss of innocent aviary lives.
Om Mani Padme Hum.
Bujang in slow-mo
22 hours ago