guinea pig death

The neighbour just brought in one of our guinea pigs in a plastic bag: dead. Bitten through the neck by a cat and dumped in the neighbour's garden.

I don't believe this. These guinea sows were too timid to escape from their run but now a cat has jumped in and nabbed one of them. It was the little brown one, Meggie.

We didn't even like these guinea pigs that much; we kept missing the previous pair who were taken by foxes. But I just can't believe that we don't seem able to keep any pet for longer than five weeks. So now there's only one guinea sow left.

We buried the brown one in the garden, and the juniors are upset. We won't get another one until after we get back from our holiday in Biarritz.

I don't like cats now. (Sorry, lazlet.) I used to like them but I am now sick of their stupid habit of killing things without even eating them and of lurking around our garden.