Dismantle the Dead Bird.
Nostradamus dismantled a dead bird yestarday, feathers all over the guest house - office porch and all that nuisance; I wasn't sick to my stomach but it was kind of... gross... watching him tear off the wings and the head and the feathers of the wing...
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I made myself feel sick. Damn.
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That is kinda like the "disturbing" situation I encountered a few days ago...
From The Authoress... To... YOU!
The emoticon was a "sick" one. FYI. And yes, that's what my darling gatties (gatos(cats, male, spanish)/kitties) are: Killing machines. "The cat cannot be improved as a killing machine". Furry, purry, cute killing machines, but beutiful, streamlined killing machines nontheless...
...in continuation of the above...
... that's how I think of my darlings when I'm being cynical.
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