Saturday, November 20, 2010

When I came in last night, there were feathers on the floor, by The Senator's kitty condo. I was trying to figure out what toy he'd destroyed. I can't recall buying him one with black feathers.

I went to the bathroom, and washed my face. As I came back out into the living room, I saw it. The corpse of a tiny dead bird, lying amongst all my wireless setup. Somehow, a tiny bird got into the house. I didn't notice it. My cat stays indoors always. I feel like I would have noticed a bird flying around in the house. But there it was, on the floor, like a present from Uly to me.



so, thanks for the tiny avian corpse, Big Fat Kitty. I appreciate the sentiment. But for future reference, I don't like dead things. I prefer shoes, thanks.