Who? Me?

Earlier this week, a murder took place in or near our garden.

The victim: Pigeon(s) (Hard to tell from the number of body parts)

The usual suspect: Cat.

The runner-up (just to do him a favour and not let him feel like a 'pussy'): Poodle

The murder weapons: firm jaws, sharp teeth

We disposed of the body and tried to talk to Cat. Told her that she was on probation and that we would... hm... that we would... that she was not Tiger or Leopard, and that she was feeded by us no less than three times a day. In short, we told her that there was no need to hunt. She seemed to listen, but we would not trust her with a canary.

'I would rather trust a woman's instinct than a man's reason', Stanley Baldwin said.

Nice quote. Dentaprime's implantologist is a woman.

I would not trust her if she worked by instinct only, though....