The Eye of a Villain

Douggie has been a very bad cat - and he knows it!  

Early this morning he sauntered into the kitchen with a sparrow in his mouth. TM took charge.  Douggie hid under the table.  Round the table went TM, using  intemperate language, yanking the chairs out, and at last managing to dislodge him. Douggie raced for the door and launched himself, still with the poor bird in his jaws, through the cat flap, neatly tripping the electrician who was just raising his hand to the knocker. TM in hot pursuit, still bellowing, wrenched the door open - just in time to catch him as he fell. Poor guy, what a start to his day. 

It looks as if we'll have to put bells on both the cats.  Douggie has sulked all day, and now refuses to look me in the eye. He seems under the misapprehension that he's the injured party!