The bird is gone
Frankie was the reprobate who brought it in. Sadly for the bird it was very much alive.
Ever seen a deer caught in the headlights? That was the look on Frankie's face when the bird started trying to peck him. So the bird escaped and hid under the sofa. Frankie ran outside and hid under the bush for the remainder of the afternoon.
Birdy was retrieved with a dustpan and brush, and an empty box and removed to the outside world. I stood guard whilst I tried to call the Small Animal Rescue Centre.
I'm not cut out for guarding. One of the little girls from down the road came over, and in trying to keep her away from the bird to avoid any further distress (birdy was going into shock), Harvey Cat pounced.
So the bird went back into the house. Harvey wasn't bothered by the pecking and the crying and carted him on a sight seeing tour of the house.
A quick stop in the study came first. Well, it isn't a study so much as laptop on the sofa, but Harvey thought it as good a place as any to stop for a breather. He left a feather sticking out by the space bar.
Next was a whistlestop tour of the bedroom, mainly since I was chasing him at that point. Up the ladder, across the bed, down the bookcase and down the stairs to the kitchen. Across the worktops and then out the door.
Birdy was still alive.
But not for much longer, although I'm sure the bird would argue it didn't come quickly enough. Harvey finally did him the kindness of finishing him off, after a little bird torture.
Bloody cats. Remind me why?
posted by DMouse007 @ 7/01/2004 04:19:00 PM
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