nishatalitha

I was somewhat more awake this morning when I went to catch the bus than I am usually. For this, I blame the cat.

I had just climbed out of the shower when I heard a squawking and growling sound, and thought that the cat was being chased by something, and it served her right.

But no.

The squawking got louder, and I burst out of the bathroom to see Jemima carry a bird under my desk, getting there just in time to hear the crunch as she bit down on its neck. I yanked her away by her collar, and she started purring. The bird stayed still.

Jemima got dumped in the kitchen, I got ready for work, the bird didn't move.

I got a couple of plastic bags to pick it up with, then noticed that its chest was rising and falling very rapidly. After I picked it up, it started moving, strugging feebly. I struggled with the window (I thought I would see if it could still fly) and it got away; flapped over to the other window, which I then opened, and flew off, somewhat lopsided, leaving a pile of feathers under my desk and scattered around my room.

This is the second bird in a week. She might love me, but does she really have to show it by giving me birds?

...apparently Terry Pratchet is doing a new Tiffany Aching book. I will be interested to see what it's like.

Went to see Stick It with