And I had just bought ham for my cat. She deserves a treat, I thought.

It takes me hours to put it together.

I come home, and there's a little downy feather on the sofa. At some point later, I notice a downy feather in the kitchen. As I unroll my yoga mat, a couple of feathers glide along the floorboards, and come to rest by a pile of feathers.

I pull back the sofa to reveal a mass of feathers. And their Owner.

Sigh...

How she wangled that bird through the cat flap is beyond me. Anyhoo, time for Disposal Duty.

Eeuwww.