Where the Wild Things Are

The Big One woke me up at 1:17 AM, "Mommy, The Almost Feral Cat caught something and is playing with it on my bed."

I went in her room, turned on the light, saw bird feathers all over the floor, and then something thup, thup, thupped at me.

I was in no mood to chase an injured bird all over the house with a broom at 1:17 AM, so I told The Big One to get in my bed, closed all the bedroom doors, and figured The Almost Feral Cat would take care of the bird.

When the alarm went off, I could hear a peep, peep, peep and followed the sound into the toy/storage room and found TAFC sitting on the windowsill, just watching the bird trying to fly out the closed window. Apparently, TAFC had just been playing with the bird for the past 5 hours.

So I scooped up the bird in a shoebox and let it go outside. It looked like it had an injured wing and leg, so I figure it will eventually be taken care of by one of the neighborhood cats.

The Little One was very upset when she heard all this, and wanted me to take the bird to the vet.

Never gonna happen in a million years.