Cats in. Birds out.

[apollinav]

Perhaps I should start by mentioning that I live in Northwest Louisiana, and our seasons are:  Sweltering Hot, Unbearably Humid Hot, and Crawfish.  Then, I ought to tell you that the A/C died Friday, and I can't get a repairman until Monday.  Inveriably, it will cost me $200 for him to flick a switch, or $2,000 to replace the unit that's been singning it's swansong.  Either way, I'm unenthusiastic.  Which brings us to our little tale of woe: the Birdie.  He's pictured sitting on the finial of my sewing room curtains, above.

We have all the fans going and windows opened.  All but the window on the kitchen door has a screen, and that's just cracked a smidge.  And the curious little birdie couldn't help himself and let himself in.  The cats went wild.  My intrepid wanna-be hunter, Moshe, and 'the bitch' Catherine, (as seen in previous posts) colluded together to swipe tailfeathers of this poor wayward avian.

I gave the bird no chance.  And wildly waving and pointing towards open windows just scared it.  NOTE TO SELF:  Hollering, "Hey Birdie, this window is open!"  Doesn't do a damn bit of good.

So, when there was a terrible clatter in my sewing room with lots of excited kitty chattering, I figured he time was neigh.  Nope.  Not dead yet. 
He was flying into closed windows, it was sad to watch, but it gave me an idea.  One of the windows in the room was missing a screen.  I opened it, and with my coaxing, and Moshe's dramatic leaping, chattering, and tail swishing, Birdie flew to safety.  It took a few times, but it ended well.  Until Moshe jumped through the open window to kitty-cat freedom as well. 

Sigh.  He's an indoor cat for a reason.  He's a total pussy who gets his ass beaten by neighborhood brutes everytime he escapes.  I found him sniffing at the hydrenga buds. *shakes head.*

Does anyone remember Brian Fellow's Safari Planet sketches from Sat Night Live?  That's been in the back of my brain since this started.

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[kierkegaardwife.livejournal.com]

*big, dramatic singing voice* "It's the circle--the circle of liiiiifffeeee--" Ahem. Okay, done with that. No seriously, as my baby cousin would say, "I think that lions are fast animals and zebras are slow animals." So the birdie lives to see another day. It may just end up being like the lizard I rescued at the coaxing of my slightly more sensitive coworkers (at a former place of work). I just wanted to kill the damn thing when it turned up, but nooooooo.

So I trapped it in the trash can, carried it outside, and all watched as I released it... just in time for a big bird to come and swoop it up and start chowing down.

Or it could be like the chipmunk that evaded my kitty by climbing up the netting on my parents' screened in porch. That was fantastic to watch. The day the kitty was naturally selected against.

Fun with animals. You really can't beat it with a stick.

xx

[apollinav.livejournal.com]

You can try. But it just makes a bloody, goey mess.

I'm rather happy though that the little bird evaded the big ole housecat. Moshe is so 'ooh shiny' he didn't really notice. The hydrengas were much more interesting at that point.

[kierkegaardwife.livejournal.com]

Moshe is so civilized. You must be proud.

xx

[apollinav.livejournal.com]

*snort*

If you mean by civilized that he doesn't snack on his own poo like a dog? Then, 'Yes,' Moshe is civilized. Though, on occasion he needs reminding that he's a cat... not a human. And he is picky. Whole milk is divine. 2% is manageable. Skim milk is just right out. He won't even look at it. And believe me, he knows!