I had a somewhat unexpected gift this morning.

I should explain.  I am currently cat sitting Mad Frankie, madamemish 's feline.  As is usual, I wake up, open the bedroom door to be greeted by a mewing Frankie.  Trying to trip me up so that I fall down the stairs.  I keep telling him that, until he learns how to rip the tops off his food pouches, this is somewhat counterproductive.  I take a shower, then go downstairs to fill his food bowl.  To find a pile of feathers and a very dead blackbird.  And Frankie mewing.  Much as I am touched by the offering, I'm not sure whether this is the Jewish Mother-ness rubbing off from his main Human...