Bird Flew shock

If you are going away for a bit, and have animals , cats, a word of caution. Be careful who you ask to look after them. Choose someone with a sense of smell and at least a modicum of peripheral vision. !
I came back from Christmas in England to find my house in darkness. Oh well another power cut, bit late , it was 10.30, better dig out the candles. I noticed a few feathers lying around, curious I don’t have a budgie. I do have 4 cats, and a 5th guest feeder, left in the care of my friend , lets call him Norman, to feed and tend.
After half an hour I noticed the other lights around were on, mine still not. Aha , I found the main switch – off – must have been lightning ? I turned it on and screamed, not a shock, well it was a shock. I was in a pillow factory – feathers everywhere. Upstairs the landing was a sea of down. The cats had had a bird in. I think it died in the bathroom. Oliver Stone would have loved the scene, a wing in the bath, a leg on the bath mat, everything , towels, bottles, shampoo, toothpaste, strewn around , chaos, The torso and head were on the landing. One leg and one wing missing, presumed consumed, unless it was a paraplegic pigeon.
The degree of Rigor Mortis suggested death had been a few days earlier. Norman apparently hadn’t noticed anything on his visits. Well I hadn’t asked him to remove body parts had I ? ‘Oh’ you may be asking , ‘and he didn’t notice the smell either’. Well the bird smell wasn’t noticeable. That was because of the other smell that overpowered it. The power must have been off for some time as well. The vegetable soups I had made in some quantity before I left and frozen , along with some fish , weren’t frozen any more. Marie Curie would have loved the inside of my freezer, life had started in the veggy soup ! I probably have an antidote to bird flu .The moral of this tale -? Either don’t go away, ever, or don’t have cats, or ask a girl friend next time .