Sunday, October 29, 2006

Cat Nap Under the Tap

We live on the second floor of an apartment building. We have a small porch on the back side of the apartment which overlooks a lovely forest area. It is a lovely little thing and we have made use of it with flowers, herbs and other assorted greenery. Also there two birdfeeders hanging down which are kept full and can generally be seen with various birds enjoying a free meal.

It has also become a favorite spot for our cat, Thumbelina. Generally her and the birds get along as the birds immediately flee when the door is open, and the cat doesn’t spend her entire day outside as to allow some good bird feeding. Once or twice the two have met and Thumbelina has landed herself some prey. This is something that the wife abhors, but I understand being the nature of the beasts and all.

Today, being a fine, beautiful October day, I opened the back door and allowed the cat to enjoy the sun as well. She loves it when the door is kept open as that allows her the freedom of to-and-fro. I enjoy it as well for it allows me to not have to continually open and close the door for a finicky cat.

Moments ago I found the cat inside chasing what I thought was one of her many play things under the couch. It wasn’t long, however, when I realized that this play thing, might not be a toy after all. For one thing, the cat was completely engrossed in getting this thing out from under the couch – normally when her toys become unreachable she simply gets bored and moved on. For another I heard a chirping noise, and none of her toys chirp. As you might have surmised, it was a bird.

I quickly tore the cat away from the couch and shuffled her into the bedroom, door closed. I then carefully began moving the cushions away from the couch and then pushed it away from the wall. Finding no bird, I wondered if I wasn’t a bit mad, but continued turning the ouch over.

Sure enough, a little bird flew out and banged its head against the window. Poor thing desperately wanted to escape, but wasn’t clever enough to recognize a piece of glass (and believe me this isn’t a crystal clean window like in the commercials.)

I opened the doors as to give it an escape route and donned a pair of gloves as to not get scratched or bitten. I then tried to grab the bird to throw it outside.

Whoosh it went, grazing my hair and banging into the far wall where it quickly slid down into the relative safety behind the book shelf. Removing many books I finally made my way to an opening where I could reach at the bird. Unfortunately, the cranny was too small and all I could do was move my fingers menacingly at it in hopes it would change position.

It did and flew to another bookcase, thins time landing in front. It was obviously frightened and pushed itself frantically at the books hoping to find another haven.

Finally I was able to grab it and let it loose outside. It moved like it was hurt in some way, but it was definitely able to fly and so I figured it has a decent chance of surviving on its own. The cat was then unleashed and has spent the rest of today desperately looking for it’s capture.


Jamison said...

My favorite line of the post, which made me laugh...

"all I could do was move my fingers menacingly at it in hopes it would change position."

Last time I "moved my fingers menacingly" at someone, a Subway sandwich shop closed down, a fire broke out in Nebraska, and a girl got pregnant.

Jamison said...

Wait... cat nap under the tap....

you had a tee shirt with that phrase on it! with a cartoon of a cat sleeping in a sink!

Didnt I always mock it when you wore it?

bigsip said...

Ah, I love a good "bird caught in a human house" story.

Perhaps one day you'll write a "human caught in a bird house" story...

Brewster said...

Tis about time you got the title joke.

mullinz8 said...

“Last time I "moved my fingers menacingly" at someone, a Subway sandwich shop closed down, a fire broke out in Nebraska, and a girl got pregnant.”

I fire broke out in Nebraska, shocking!

Brew I’m glad that you give your cat a chance to pretend it’s a dangerous hunter. Obviously, it’s still got game.

I remember staying at my dad’s place in Nashville and finding a shrews paw in the garage. Jackson the cat, I think the 5th incarnation of the orange tabby, and Roscoe my beloved collie, would go in tandem to hunt and kill creatures of various sizes. Dad and Ann would watch the animals stalk their prey and then set a trap for the capture. The dog would flush the critter out of a hiding spot and give chase while the cat would be on the opposite side and head off the soon to be deceased critter.

Oh the joys of nature in action.