Wednesday, April 18th
A terrible and sloppy shot of Evan in the middle of the night- from a tall water glass no less. To bed, to bed. A few hours later I awake to the shrieks of a dying beast, as I come to realize that my cat is tearing apart a robin on the dining room floor. The shrieks end. Everything is blood and feathers. I stand dazed for sometime and then get a broom. I've never seen so much bird blood.
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Ugh...how did a robin get in the house?
ReplyDeleteCat wounded it and brought it inside
ReplyDeleteYep, ugh. My wife is a birdophile and would rescue the birds from our cats and take them in the middle of the night to "The Bird Lady" who nurses birds back to health about 20 miles from our house.
ReplyDeleteI stayed in bed.