For the birds

The robin expired last evening, without intervention. Mrs Quail, whom the kiddo had christened post-mortem, was laid to rest in a nice, quiet garden spot by a neighbor and myself. The kiddo can’t stop talking about it.

Then, this morning, she picked up a dead, translucent baby bird right outside the front doorstep. On my way to work, I passed by some kind of bird of prey feasting on carrion. Nice.


3 Responses to “For the birds”

  1. 1 Bets May 9, 2008 at 8:27 pm

    I’m sorry about Mrs. Quail. For me, it’s turtles on the road that I have a weak spot for. The one time I didn’t stop to help one across… well, needless to say, I wish I had. He didn’t make it to the other side. (Come to think of it, he did cross to the other side, just didn’t make it across Edwards Mill Road.)

    Yesterday I nearly caused bodily injury to myself and many others when I had a panic attack while driving when I saw what I was certain was a stricken kitten in the road – slammed by breaks on and swerved and T-boned the curb, all for a large stick that (italics) really looked like a poor stricken kitten lying on it’s nearly dead side. (end italics)

    My general rule of thumb is if it looks larger than a dish rag and it’s on the road, I MUST NOT LOOK. If a kitten like stick will have me T-boning sidewalks it’s not hard to imagine what seeing somebody’s beloved pet would do to me. (Actually, it turns me into a sobbing, shaking mess.)

    We lost our other and only remaining geriatric kitty last week. It’s been a sad time at our house lately. We were returned his ashes and paw print in clay just yesterday.

    Has the hair cut grown on you?

  2. 2 petitmuse May 9, 2008 at 9:25 pm

    How sad. Think you’ll get another kitty? I swear after every demise that I can’t get anymore, but it’s too odd and lonely not to have any. I can’t look at dead kitties in particular in the road. Once, a cat was run over on the street in front of our vehicle. The ex ran over it purposely to put it out of its misery. I felt physically ill for a good while after.

    I stop to escort turtles across at every opportunity. The clan on my mother’s side should have Assissi as a surname. It’s totally in the genes. My father barely tolerated animals of any kind.

    The hair cut is charming and so suitable to her personality, actually. But I caught her with the scissors again this morning and had to intervene. Any shorter, and it would be a horror.

  3. 3 petitmuse May 9, 2008 at 9:35 pm

    I should add that great love for kitties notwithstanding, Finn-Finn, the big grey child, is driving me absolutely nuts with his habit of micturating on my clothes! Freaking gross! Particularly irritating feline habit. He’s not mad at me, just insanely possessive….”I love you, and I must mark your things.” Ugh.

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