(Puncture)

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Her tongue poking out of her mouth, Christine sat on the ground below her tree house and carefully studied the dead bird in her hand. "Okay Whiskers, this is very bad." Pointing at the puncture wounds on the robin's body, Christine made sure her cat could see what he had done, "You shouldn't have done this. This poor bird is dead and for no good reason. Your food bowl is full and I give you snacks too."

Staring at the bird, the child shook her head, "Now we have to have a funeral and Daddy isn't going to like it because he's been to two funerals this week. You got to quit killing stuff. Mommy says it's natural for you 'cause you're a cat and you're doing what cats do, but Daddy is not happy with you and I'm not either."

The cat unable to hear his master due to his deafness, rubbed his head against her foot and along her leg. Thinking that he was being praised, he was very proud of his hunting skills and the fact that the small human always helped him bury his kill in a timely fashion. Life was good.

Spying his daughter sitting on the ground in the back yard, Booth stepped out of the back doorway and moved across the yard until he was standing beside her, "Whiskers struck again?"

Afraid that her father was angry, Christine stared at the bird, "I didn't mean to let him out of the house, Daddy. He snuck out between my feet when I came outside. Please don't be mad at him for killing the bird. Mommy says it's normal."

Squatting next to his daughter, Booth reached out and scooped Whiskers into his arms. "I'm not mad at the cat, Christine. It's just that he's deaf and it's dangerous for him to be out here. Let's go back inside. There's a game coming on and . . . what?"

Her hands holding up the bird, Christine informed her father, "We have to have a funeral first, Daddy. Will you make a coffin and help me dig a hole?"

Closing his eyes, Booth prayed for patience. Opening them again, he agreed to her plan, "Yes, Sweetheart. Go find Mommy and tell her we're going to have another funeral. Tell her she has to attend." If I have to then she does too, damn it. Standing, he handed her the cat, "Take Whiskers back in the house and I'll go make a little coffin for the bird. Meet me at the cemetery in 15 minutes."

Relieved that her father wasn't angry, Christine took the cat into her arms and glanced at the back of the yard where her little animal cemetery was growing. "Thank you Daddy."

Already moving towards the garage with the dead bird in his hand, Booth assured her, "Not a problem Pumpkin."

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