Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Wacky Wednesday.

This morning was bizarre. Usually the cats will come + wake us up in the morning for two things: Penelope will meow this long, monotone meow, which means "Mommy, lift up the covers so I can snuggle with you [she's a major mushball]," or Puar will come over + gently touch my face with her paw [repeatedly] until I get up to give her wet food. Nothing I mind being woken up for, because it only takes me about twenty minutes to doze off again.

Penelope resting her head on Puar. So precious.

This morning, I was woken up by a commotion like no other. I figured they were just playing with each other, so I didn't think anything of it. Until I heard a chair fall over. I got up to see what was going on + nearly shit my pants once I realized why they were going bonkers.

They were trying to catch a bird.

Yes, you read that right, there was a bird in our quarters. Our apartment is a renovated garage + we usually leave the front door open, because there is a mudroom with a glass door that the girls like looking out. There's a small gap between the concrete + the door, which we planned on finishing before Sandy rolled through, but since we had flooding, we need to wait for FEMA + an engineer to come to the house before we do any repairs, as there are cracks in the foundation.

I screamed like a little bitch, which made Erich scream, as I just scared the living shit out of him. I manage to shout "BIRD! THEY'RE TRYING TO KILL THE BIRD!" He jumps out of bed + tries to grab one of the cats. The little bird starts flying around to escape their wrath + the girls are moving at warp speed in order to catch their prey. I'm ready to pee my pants at this point, because I'm half asleep, heart beating a million miles an hour + we can't catch the cats. We finally grab them + put them into the mudroom, but Penny runs back in to try + get the bird. Erich grabs her + tosses her in the mudroom [gently, of course - he had to be fast to make sure Puar didn't run back in + Penny didn't either].

I carry them from the mudroom to the house [where Erich's parents live], while Erich attempts to get the bird to safety. After about ten minutes, he comes in + tells me the bird is out. He's cranky, because we were up late doing schoolwork + he had to wake up to me screaming, then get a bird out of the apartment. We go back inside + get back into bed. I'm still so thrown off about it that I didn't even ask him how he got the bird out [I keep forgetting to ask him - once he gets back from Dunkin' Donuts, i'm going to have to inquire how he finally got it out].

Craziest. Morning. Ever.

UPDATE: I finally asked Erich how the bird escaped. He said he opened all of the doors, plus opened the window + popped the screen out. The bird went by the window + after bumping into the glass, found his way out + flew far away from the crazy kitties.


  1. poor birdie! but your cats are so cute!

  2. So terrifying for both the bird and the humans. Glad it got out unscathed though.

    Your cats are the cutest!

  3. I know what you went through -- I experienced the same thing with my cats. Their hunting instinct is so strong that you can't reason with them when they get that way. Sorry it happened so early in the morning and disturbed your day.