Briar Rose 7457
Proud of my Princesses
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well, ok, I had a little help, but...
So I'm sitting in the kitchen, looking out the glass doors into the back yard. O'Malley, the stray orange cat that hangs out in our yard, was lounging on our deck. suddenly he went into "pounce" mode and ran off the deck. I wa scurious, so I went outside to see what he'd spotted. I found him face to face with my cat, mr. Kitty. they were having some sort of standoff. what I didn't realize at the time was that something had captured the attention of both cats -- but Mr. Kitty had captured a "new toy."
after O'Malley got bored and wandered away, Mr. Kitty began to play with the "toy" -- a small bird, possibly a sparrow or wren or something like that. I ran over there, hoping to rescue the poor thing. Mr. Kitty let it go, but it was too scared to fly, and just sat there in the grass. I picked up the cat, but he struggled so much that he escaped my grasp. he swatted at the bird to make it move, and it hopped once or twice. I picked up the cat a second time, same results. He swatted the bird again, it hopped again.
And then it flew away, and into the bushes. the cat gave chase. I went into the kitchen. I was so happy that the bird got away! a moment later, the cat emerged, with the bird in its mouth!!!!
well, this time, the entire bird rescue crew (a/k/a Briar Rose and her 3 sisters) ran out to the lawn. the poor bird was lying on its back, its feet in the air, breathing like it ran the marathon. one sister distracted the cat, and the rest of us tried to decide what to do with the bird. my sister got a pair of gloves, thinking she might pick up the bird and carry it over to the woods. I got too close to the bird, and it suddenly flipped over and flew away!
and yes, this time, the escape was good. poor Mr. Kitty had no idea which way his "toy" flew off.
So I'm sitting in the kitchen, looking out the glass doors into the back yard. O'Malley, the stray orange cat that hangs out in our yard, was lounging on our deck. suddenly he went into "pounce" mode and ran off the deck. I wa scurious, so I went outside to see what he'd spotted. I found him face to face with my cat, mr. Kitty. they were having some sort of standoff. what I didn't realize at the time was that something had captured the attention of both cats -- but Mr. Kitty had captured a "new toy."
after O'Malley got bored and wandered away, Mr. Kitty began to play with the "toy" -- a small bird, possibly a sparrow or wren or something like that. I ran over there, hoping to rescue the poor thing. Mr. Kitty let it go, but it was too scared to fly, and just sat there in the grass. I picked up the cat, but he struggled so much that he escaped my grasp. he swatted at the bird to make it move, and it hopped once or twice. I picked up the cat a second time, same results. He swatted the bird again, it hopped again.
And then it flew away, and into the bushes. the cat gave chase. I went into the kitchen. I was so happy that the bird got away! a moment later, the cat emerged, with the bird in its mouth!!!!
well, this time, the entire bird rescue crew (a/k/a Briar Rose and her 3 sisters) ran out to the lawn. the poor bird was lying on its back, its feet in the air, breathing like it ran the marathon. one sister distracted the cat, and the rest of us tried to decide what to do with the bird. my sister got a pair of gloves, thinking she might pick up the bird and carry it over to the woods. I got too close to the bird, and it suddenly flipped over and flew away!
and yes, this time, the escape was good. poor Mr. Kitty had no idea which way his "toy" flew off.
