I was at my mother’s doctor’s farm, playing with the kittens.
One of the kittens had a bird. Now, I’m not one of those people who get weepy over predators killing poor cute furry animals. It’s part of nature, and carnivores need to eat, too. And this kitten was in training to be a barn mouser.
But here I was, watching the cat trying to kill the poor bird right in front of me. It wasn’t a quick, clean kill, either- The kitten was pouncing on it and biting it and rabbit kicking it, but the bird was still alive. I distracted the kitteh, and took the bird inside the doctor’s house to assess the damage.
I found the doctor in the kitchen, along with my mother and his Weimaraner dog. I showed the bird to Dr. Voodoo.
“Can it still fly?”, he asked.
I opened my hands, and the bird fluttered weakly around the room.
Did you know that Weimaraners are birding dogs? I didn’t.
CRUNCH
Bye bye, birdie.
:smack:
Also, I got bitten by a psychotic duck.