Scott: The cats killed another robin.
Me: It’s called Darwinism.
Scott: You just hate birds.
Me: Well, it is one less beady-eyed demon.
Scott tilts his head toward our massive oak tree: Can’t you hear her babies calling for her?
Me: Yes. They sound like cat dessert.
PS. Hate is hereditary. Exhibit A & B from when E was a toddler:
I almost feel guilt passing on this hate to another generation. Then I look at my car and deck covered in bird poop and I get over it.