First kill

Clawd follows me everywhere, and has found a way of getting into the school hall where we have Sunday school, by going through the alley between the manse and the chapel, and jumping through a broken chapel window. So when I unlocked the school room door, there he was, waiting for me...
As I was setting things up, one of the little girls that arrives early, pointed and shrieked ‘Cat has got a bird!’ He had caught his first little bird, and brought it in to show it off to me... I tried to get the bird away from him, but he just hid under some piled up pews in the chapel, then ran and triumphantly jumped through the broken window, carrying his prey in his mouth. (Not a pleasant way to start Sunday school).
As the lesson ended, he came back again and tried to tidy up his mess by eating most of the feathers that were lying in the front of the hall.
The regular children came again – 7 of them – and asked that we do NOT go into recess during the holidays. After the lesson, they came over to the manse for their usual ‘play with the pets’. This time, we sat in the back yard – they could run around and get rid of energy, and it was less stressful for me.