5:30 A.M. Loud BANG Coming from the other room. Roger lifts his head off the pillow and asks
"What was that?"
In my fuzzy just woke up from loud BANG state I new it was the bird cage but I also knew that it was to loud of a BANG to have been made by the birds so I jumped out of bed, as another loud BANG rung through the house, and headed into the other room with Roger on my heals. At some point he passed me as I hesitated with the thought
"what if it's a human intruder" .
We found the bird cage upside down on the floor with the canary still in it, but the two little finches missing. Roger went right on past the cage into the Laundry room and yells
"What do you think your doing in here."
And again the thought of a human intruder enters my mind as I ask in a hopeful tone
"Is it Molly?(my little rat terrier)
"No, he replies as he chases the wild intruder out. "It's a ____CAT!!
Apparently our door from the garage didn't get latched last night and either blew open or was pushed open by a cat.
I found one of the little finches shaking on the floor by the dryer. I still haven't found the other one. Who'd a thunk I was so attached to the little birds. I've spent the day walking around the house looking in every crook and cranny, cleaning odd areas of the house, and praying that the poor little bird wasn't in the clutches of the cat's mouth as it leaped for the door, bounced off, scratched Roger on the lower leg(a mean looking 4 inch scratch), and finally wormed it's way back outside in a furry frenzy. I've Even paused in mid step listening intently for any odd scratching or chirping sound. Nothing. I fear my little orange beaked little finch may be gone for good.
I did, I did, I did see a Puddy Tat"
"What was that?"
In my fuzzy just woke up from loud BANG state I new it was the bird cage but I also knew that it was to loud of a BANG to have been made by the birds so I jumped out of bed, as another loud BANG rung through the house, and headed into the other room with Roger on my heals. At some point he passed me as I hesitated with the thought
"what if it's a human intruder" .
We found the bird cage upside down on the floor with the canary still in it, but the two little finches missing. Roger went right on past the cage into the Laundry room and yells
"What do you think your doing in here."
And again the thought of a human intruder enters my mind as I ask in a hopeful tone
"Is it Molly?(my little rat terrier)
"No, he replies as he chases the wild intruder out. "It's a ____CAT!!
Apparently our door from the garage didn't get latched last night and either blew open or was pushed open by a cat.
I found one of the little finches shaking on the floor by the dryer. I still haven't found the other one. Who'd a thunk I was so attached to the little birds. I've spent the day walking around the house looking in every crook and cranny, cleaning odd areas of the house, and praying that the poor little bird wasn't in the clutches of the cat's mouth as it leaped for the door, bounced off, scratched Roger on the lower leg(a mean looking 4 inch scratch), and finally wormed it's way back outside in a furry frenzy. I've Even paused in mid step listening intently for any odd scratching or chirping sound. Nothing. I fear my little orange beaked little finch may be gone for good.
I did, I did, I did see a Puddy Tat"
3 comments:
Was it Theodore or Amos? Sigh!
Cats!
Poor birdie!
I have 2 parakeets...and two house cats! The bird cage is strapped to the table it sits on with bungee chords...the cats mostly ignore the birds now! Hope you find your little bird!
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