Gonna miss the wee shite :(

So yesterday, I went into Morgan's room to find that Ebola had shat on her newly-changed bed.

OK, he's stressed because we have arsehole workies on scaffold outside our windows - Yelling shouting and swearing, and running VERY loud equipment as well as banging on the walls a lot.
No excuse, though.

So we had him killed, and have had his skin turned into a small black and white rug.
The meat, we're having in a pie tonight.
I'm having the skeleton bleached and wired together so we can have a little display in a glass case.



Or, he might be going to stay with my sister until we move house.

Which is it?