So that's the background... there we were eating lunch at the outside table - it was a lovely warm day. Suddenly Amaia, who'd finished and was wandering about on the lawn shouted across 'Why has Figaro not got his head on any more?' We carried on eating, it was such a seriously bizarre question, it seemed meaningless. She asked again, more insistently. We walked over and were confronted by this scene of horror. Don't click if you're easily upset (or eating!)
I presume a fox is to blame, but I really didn't need to find that on my neatly-cut grass. I'm hoping its head and leg aren't lying about somewhere I am intending to weed this weekend. Gulp.
Anyway, we decided to take it to the local vet and see if it had a chip in any of the remaining bits and if not assume that if it has been lost in the vicinity, the owner might ask there. I'll look out for any missing cat posters too over the coming days.
If you've heard of anyone whose cat is missing from near me, let me know and we'll try to work out how to break it to them gently...