As we were heading out the door the other day Tim noticed something struggling in clutches of Tweety's jaws. It was a Monarch butterfly, the only one I've seen this year. Tim was able to get her to release it.
I settled the butterfly on one the butterfly bush blooms and hoped for the best.
Sadly, we found it dead on the ground later that evening.
Not only that, but Tweety also decided to to dismember a Tufted Titmouse that same day. I know it's what kitties do, but that doesn't mean I have to like it.