Where is my bird ?

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Hey, human, where’s my bird ?

You know, the pretty bird I hunted specifically for you, and that I brought you alive on getting out of bed. Yes, the one I dropped down the stairs on the way up from the garden so you could see how it was still flying well. Does that mean anything to you ? For once, Zorro didn’t chew him off, and we wanted to play together with him and with you. In the excitement of the moment, the bird had lost a few feathers everywhere (in the kitchen, in the staircase, in the room overlooking the garden, …), but he also seemed to have a good time and even shouted with joy. You joined us, you had a little towel in your hand, you also played catch the bird, then you left, but the bird was gone.

So, Claire, where’s my birdie ?

30 thoughts on “Where is my bird ?

    1. The Swiss Cats Post author

      I think so : that bird couldn’t escape ! But then, what are our moms doing with OUR birds ? Purrs, Pixie

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  1. Erin the Cat

    Yes we play that game, with mice and bigger fare. Mrs H usually spoils it though, which maybe is because I play at 2AM
    Purrs
    ERin
    PS. I am sure there will be another bird. Around here they are just like London Busses: you wait ages then three come at once 🙂

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  2. Zoolatry

    We get some presents from time to time, too … the birdies are too quick for Dougie Dog … but he manages to bring us the occasional bunny … generally destuffed on arrival, and not gift wrapped.
    A gift? Not!

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  3. Cleo

    You know, believe it or not I have very little interest in birds. When we sit out on our deck, surrounded by trees with an ample supply of birds and squirrels I’m more curious about the humans coming and going below us (I think I have dad’s people-watching fascination).

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