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[ebonlock]

For those who missed it, Pye caught his first bird yesterday and promptly brought it in the house to show mom, mom, thinking the bird was dead took it right back outside and shut the cats inside, assuming she'd give it a nice burial and maybe plant something fitting next to it. The bird, however, in a scene straight out of Monty Python's Holy Grail announced that it was not dead yet and feeling much better. I breathed a sigh of relief, though prepared myself to take it to the local wildlife rescue place if it needed help. Luckily it was just a bit punchy and wobbly but recovered after a few minutes and flew off.

Hopefully the bird learned an important lesson about going for seeds on the ground rather than just sticking with the bird feeder. Death definitely comes from below on my patio.

Pye ran around the living room convinced he'd just misplaced his prey. I suspect he may also have learned a valuable lesson about bringing prey items into the house. It's not that mom isn't impressed, it's just that certain toys belong outside, not inside.

Aside from that I got to play a round of "Guess the Mystery Bruise" after the weekend's move. The one on my knee where I bashed it into the trailer hook up on the back of the Uhaul is actually pretty impressive. Three purple/black spots in the shape of a triangle, kinda looks like I underwent some weird alien experiment. I can identify most of them but there are a few that still boggle me.

Also caught the first two episodes of a fun Chinese drama called "7 Swordsmen" which seems kinda sorta like "7 Samurai" but with all the best HK tropes thrown in. My favorite sequence was the Master handing out the 7 magic swords to his disciples. I told moonlightnrain that throughout the sequence I kept hearing Oprah in my mind yelling, "You get a sword! You get a sword! Everybody gets a sword!!!"

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[phillipalden.livejournal.com]

I hope your knee feels better. It was nice to see you and Angie and Raven last Sunday.

Cats are quick little devils. I don't think Justin would know what to do with a bird if he actually ever caught one, especially since most birds around here are bigger than he is.

[windrose.livejournal.com]

My first cat, Lou, did something very similar to me once, and on April Fool's Day, no less. She caught a blue jay, ran inside and spat it out at my feet. I grabbed the cat while my housemate gingerly picked up the bird with the intention of removing both from the house. The bird had other ideas, came back to life in the housemate's hands, and began flying around frantically, trying to find a way outside. We eventually succeeded in getting the jay out the door, much to the disgust of the cat.

[silkblade.livejournal.com]

My old cat did that once. I woke up to him crying at me but his cries were a little muffled. I got up to see why and found a bird in his mouth that he'd brought to my room from outside. I took the bird, took it to my mom's room, where it abruptly came out of its shock and flew smack into the wall and the cat caught it again. I took it away from the cat one more time and then took it outside and put it in a tree to recover again.

I can't remember but I think it got away that time.