Wait, do I like cats again?
Jul. 8th, 2007 01:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clo_againYeah, I meant to leave for the Bay before the tennis coverage started. Only, there's now a traumatised-and-probably-soon-to-be-dead bird cowering in a box in the kitchen while Disco stalks around the garden throwing the feline version of a tantrum. And I have no idea what to do with the bird, because while it's probably best to just leave it alone and go down the Bay, on the highly unlikely chance it recovers then there're a million places in that kitchen it could flutter and get stuck.
But I really don't want to be here while the Wimbledon final is on (I'm recording it, I just-- Just. Not while it's on) and it's such a tiny house that there's no way I can move anywhere or do anything without disturbing the bird. At home we put the occasional one that gets catified or flies into the windows in the garage but at home the garage isn't across a cat-filled street and so full of junk that the door barely opens.
Jesus. And my 'rents mock Casper for being crap at catching stuff.
But I really don't want to be here while the Wimbledon final is on (I'm recording it, I just-- Just. Not while it's on) and it's such a tiny house that there's no way I can move anywhere or do anything without disturbing the bird. At home we put the occasional one that gets catified or flies into the windows in the garage but at home the garage isn't across a cat-filled street and so full of junk that the door barely opens.
Jesus. And my 'rents mock Casper for being crap at catching stuff.
