Spooky Strikes Again By Bring Home A Live Trophy!

Restless Flycatcher (Myiagra inquieta), common...

This is what the bird looked like before & after THE incident!

As I’m still chillin’ recuperating from my surgery,  I’m ambling around the house from spot to spot trying to assuage the boredom and get comfortable. As I do this, I tend to walk in and out of the house through the back sliders enough that I’ve just decided to leave them open for ease and comfort for me and Spooky the cat.

At one point today I left my husband and Spooky out in the backyard enjoying the 80 degree sunshine as I walked and talked on the telephone entering the house to hang up the phone and return it to it’s kitchen cradle where it belonged, when I should all of a sudden hear such a tussle and rustle going on in the front room that I ran in to see what was amiss. I thought I saw some miscellaneous debris (which turned out to be feathers) on the floor, but before that could even register, seeing nothing actually taking place before my eyes, I still heard more disturbance now in the dining room. I did assume it was Spooky the cat just racing around being a crazy cat, doing wild cat things, but no this was far worse. When I spied him from the corner of my eye he had something in his mouth I just didn’t know what yet.

Guess what? That’s right…a live bird. A BIG one. I started screaming to my husband. “He’s got a bird, there’s a bird in the house!” at the top of my lungs as he comes racing in the house. I am completely useless at this juncture, I’m just so shocked he has brought me a LIVE bird, now what? Spooky has it cornered against the diningroom wall by the windows. Thanks to my husbands quick thinking, he orders me out of my hysterical stupor to run out and get my butterfly net and I fly into action. Thank God someone’s calm and has given me something to do AWAY from the bird.

As I return with the net my husband’s panther-like reflexes spring into action and he calmly scoops up the bird and sets him gently free in the yard pretty much unscathed.

All to Spooky’s chagrin as he keeps looking for HIS bird in the corner, behind the curtain everywhere around where he had been. All to no avail. I felt bad for him, he gladly could have kept his trophy and ate it, if he would have kept it outside in the wild. The circle of life is OK with me, just not so close to home, as IN my home.

Then the truth comes out from my husband that he had seen the whole stalking and capturing of said bird. Spooky had taken off with his trophy like a bat out of hell after the capture, my husband just didn’t know he went IN the house to show Mommy what a good job he did until he saw the bird trying to escape out the window at the same time as I started screaming bloody murder!

Never a dull moment in our house…but what a good cat that Spooky is! And my husband what a gem! Happy Valentine’s Day he brought me flowers TODAY and he protected me from the big bad bird and cleaned up the feathers and bird poop because I can’t I’m already too fragile!

Written by Evelyn Garone 2/2011

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About Evie Garone

I am an outspoken woman with independent views of the world. I am spiritual but also realistic. I've successfully raised two men who I've sent off to college and am now following my love of the arts, including painting, drawing and writing. Thus, two blogs, two books I sporadically work on, voracious reading, among other loves keep me busy.
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