The consensus on the family chat is that Catdog has finally reached peak psychopath.
She is now at the level of torturing small animals.
Yes, she had the body of an entire deceased sparrow in her bed. Now, I’m making no assumptions about how our feathered friend reached its end. I didn’t perform an autopsy (who’s the psychopath now??) and the corpse of the poor little bird is now ensconced in our compost bin. Maybe it perished from natural causes? After all, they are renowned for their poor diets. Eating leftovers scattered by alfresco diners wouldn’t be on any nutritionist’s recommended intake list for a long and healthy life. Or maybe it was sick? Personally I suspect it died of cat. Maybe Catdog was just trying to comfort it in its dying hours?
In any event, I’m giving our wee pooch the benefit of the doubt at this stage. But maybe don’t bring your pet budgie if you come round to visit.