Bird Incident
Apr. 15th, 2003 11:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
coalescentSo there I am, making dinner. Filling the kettle with water, listening to music, as you do. From behind me there is a mewing, and then a thunk sound, so I turn around. Behind me is my parents' cat, sitting neatly in the middle of a flurry of feathers. She's wearing one of those 'who, me? No, you don't want me. Nothing to see here,' expressions that cats do so well.
I look around the kitchen. Nothing to be seen.
I walk from the sink over to the hob, and start cooking my pasta. After a few moments, the cat follows me over and starts mewing insistently. I look around: Still nothing. I decide to clean up the feathers.
The cat continues to mew. As I get up from sweeping feathers (which is a remarkably difficult task; try it sometime), I see it: On the work surface, there is a bag of hula hoops, and on the bag of hula hoops, there is a small sparrow, clearly frightened out of its wits. The cat is sitting next to the unit, looking at me expectantly.
The cat and I exchange glances.
I move towards the bird, and - just like that - it leaps into the air, and flies out the open door. It is closely followed by the cat.
I go back to sweeping the feathers and cooking my dinner.
In other news, Angel S4 lays the smack down on Buffy S7, and all is right with the world.
I look around the kitchen. Nothing to be seen.
I walk from the sink over to the hob, and start cooking my pasta. After a few moments, the cat follows me over and starts mewing insistently. I look around: Still nothing. I decide to clean up the feathers.
The cat continues to mew. As I get up from sweeping feathers (which is a remarkably difficult task; try it sometime), I see it: On the work surface, there is a bag of hula hoops, and on the bag of hula hoops, there is a small sparrow, clearly frightened out of its wits. The cat is sitting next to the unit, looking at me expectantly.
The cat and I exchange glances.
I move towards the bird, and - just like that - it leaps into the air, and flies out the open door. It is closely followed by the cat.
I go back to sweeping the feathers and cooking my dinner.
In other news, Angel S4 lays the smack down on Buffy S7, and all is right with the world.
