Any of you have cats? If you do, you'd agree with me that these fury friends not only enlighten your life, but provide you with hours of entertainment.

I have two: Penelope and Martini. Martini is a Siamese cross and Penelope a Burmese cross. Those of you who know your cat breeds would know that this means that they are very loud. Basically, they never shut up.

Now. First stop after waking in the morning (or occasionally the afternoon) for me involves going to the toilet. Yes, yes, why am I telling you such things about my human habits? Is necessary for the story. Really.

Have to walk through the dining room to get to the loo in my house. Yesterday I was greeted by a pair of wings laying neatly on my newly-vacuumed floor. A fallen angel! A sign from God! No, wait... is just a dead bird.

When I say dead, though, it's only an assumption. Not sure how long birds would live without wings, mind. Yet couldn't say for certain what had happened to the bird as there was no bird. No body to be seen. Is like a crime scene without a body.

Immediately (after shrieking) I went back in the bedroom to check the bed, having recalled that earlier that morning Penelope had been walking over me and meowing loudly. Perhaps I would find a dead, wingless bird on the bed. Left there as a present to me, as cats do. This has happened before, when I was presented with the 'present' of a dead mouse. There was also a time before that, during the period when I lived in the Adelaide Hills, when one of the cats had left me a little baby Thumper. Try not to think of that though, as quite distressing. Poor little thing.

No bird. My attention then turned to the two cats. Which of them looked the most guilty? Which of them perhaps had a feather stuck in their teeth? Yes, did check. NO evidence. Concern was that one of my cats had actually eaten a bird. Was a part of me that felt encouraged by this; they had not forgot their primal instincts. If anything happened to me or Mr Angela - both of us dying our sleep, for example - is good to know the cats could fend for themselves. Although... there is probably more of a chance that they'd eat us then some bird they'd have to hunt down in the garden. Will remind myself to keep them well fed from now on.

A Crime Scene Investigation was conducted on the area the wings were found; Dustbuster in hand. Combed the carpet with - admittedly - casualness; trying to detect if there was any cat furs mixed with the feathers. Not one. No way of knowing which of them was responsible. Following this investigation we deduced that the cats were probably trying not to leave any incriminating evidence at the scene, and therefore probably used gloves or an all-body hair net.

I still do not know which one did it. I do love them very much, just like I love animals in general. The difficult thing about this situation (as well as finding out that I'd be crap as a CSI detective) is knowing that it is the instinct of the animals I love to kill other animals.

I once tried to go vegetarian, as it distressed me too greatly to think of the beautiful animals that had to die to satisfy my appetite. Admittedly, every time I see a cute cow or sheep in a field somewhere I can't bring myself to eat meat. Yet I couldn't continue as a vego as I realised every pair of shoes I wore were leather, I wore leather jackets, have a leather lounge, and even have a friggin leather steering wheel. Did that not come from a cow also? Of course. So it was hypocritical for me not to eat meat.

The incident with my cats made me thing of those vegetarians and vegans. A lot of them choose that lifestyle due to their love of animals. They may even have pets themselves. But what happens when it's an animals nature to kill other animals? How can they stop their cats trying to hunt down every mice or every bird. And yes, know what you are saying - that cats should have bells on to prevent them from chasing birds. Well; they do.

Animals will be animals. They'll eat other animals, it's in their blood to do so. Maybe it's the same for us. Maybe we can love animals, yet still be able to eat animals? For me, there's a difference between animals that were bread for the specific purpose of eating, rather than animals who are caught in the wild to eat. I cannot bring myself to eat the latter. Those animals are free, and aren't marked as soon as they're born.

As for the bird? I at least hope the death was a quick one, and that it didn't suffer. I also hope that none of my cats cough up a big feather ball. Do not look forward to cleaning that mess up!