Awwhh. Buddy, you used to be so small and innocent. You could do nothing wrong. And then, I come home on Saturday to hear what you had done. You are indeed a cat and must act on your instinct to hunt.
It seems to be that our boy Buddy was successful in his quest to bag him a bird. They have been taunting and teasing him so.
E came downstairs to find the living room strewn with feathers and this little guy, who took shelter in his hand.
He wasn't looking so good and we had no idea what to do. Who does one call when there is a hurt bird in your house? It doesn't seem quite seem like that's a typical vet duty. I certainly wouldn't know.
As we pondered, he started looking better.
Shortly after this picture was taken, he flew over to our china cabinet and took a poop. I don't blame him. I'd be scared too.
Until next time birdie...
(if you scroll down to yesterday's post, you will notice that I added the 'vibrancy' back to Buddy as LLN suggested)
Have a great day! See you tomorrow!
1 comment:
i knew, deep down, that e was the bird whisperer. thank God you had that camera to catch the harrowing experience! really, you can call me when you have a hurt bird. we like 'em. =) poor bird, buddy scared the poop outta him!
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