Definitely not the whole Lion laying down with the Lamb peacful thingy
What were we thinking, putting the two birds, two turtles and one cat all together in one room? You know that with that combination, something's bound to happen. Besides Laynee. She's just a given.
The Cat:
Likes to climb. Up. Up on top of the bird cage. And stare down at her prey.
The Birds:
Like to squawk and make noise to try and scare The Cat away.
The Turtles:
Try to mind their own business and just stay warm under their heat lamp.
The Encounter(s):
(I pluralize because this is not the first incident. The first time, Kitty was home alone with the birds. I think they bit her and scared her enough that it took her this long to build up her courage again.)
Corrine is standing at the sink, doing the dishes. It was, after all, her night. I was in my room, folding laundry? Yep, I'll go with that; folding laundry. Laynee was in her room ripping all the dress up clothes out of their bins. Hunter was camped out on the couch watching TV. Suddenly, we all heard a loud CRASH. I come walking out of my room prepared to lay the whoop down, because it was Corrine's night for dishes. Did I already mention that? Yes? Well, have I mentioned that though she was doing them, she was not doing them happily? Not happily at all. So out I come ready to chastise her for breaking something when I see the look of complete and utter shock on her face. "Mom. That. Was. The. Bird. Cage." The first word out of my mouth was, "Hunter." I opened the door to find The Cat hiding under Hunter's bed, Rocket The Bird still in the cage (the part that was still assembled) and Aqua the Other Bird inside Hunter's dresser drawer. Floating inside the turtle aquarium, was all the bird seed (and a little bird poo poo) that had previously been in the cage. Remember how Laynee gave all that cat food to The Turtles? Yeah, that was nothing. That floated. Bird seed does not. That Dang Cat had climbed up on top of Hunter's dresser and had wedged herself in between the wall and the bird cage. Leaning against the cage with her back and using her hind legs to push against the wall, she managed to shove the cage off the top of the dresser. (At least that's how I imagine it went down.) Which would explain the loud crashing sound we heard as it tumbled to the ground. Needless to say, someone got a spanking, and it was not a child I had given birth to. The Cat got booted. Turfed. Banished. And as we speak, is sitting outside in Laynee's stroller crying about how she has been wronged.
Note to Internet (and Self): Cats and Birds and Turtles do not happy roommates make.
The Cat:
Likes to climb. Up. Up on top of the bird cage. And stare down at her prey.
The Birds:
Like to squawk and make noise to try and scare The Cat away.
The Turtles:
Try to mind their own business and just stay warm under their heat lamp.
The Encounter(s):
(I pluralize because this is not the first incident. The first time, Kitty was home alone with the birds. I think they bit her and scared her enough that it took her this long to build up her courage again.)
Corrine is standing at the sink, doing the dishes. It was, after all, her night. I was in my room, folding laundry? Yep, I'll go with that; folding laundry. Laynee was in her room ripping all the dress up clothes out of their bins. Hunter was camped out on the couch watching TV. Suddenly, we all heard a loud CRASH. I come walking out of my room prepared to lay the whoop down, because it was Corrine's night for dishes. Did I already mention that? Yes? Well, have I mentioned that though she was doing them, she was not doing them happily? Not happily at all. So out I come ready to chastise her for breaking something when I see the look of complete and utter shock on her face. "Mom. That. Was. The. Bird. Cage." The first word out of my mouth was, "Hunter." I opened the door to find The Cat hiding under Hunter's bed, Rocket The Bird still in the cage (the part that was still assembled) and Aqua the Other Bird inside Hunter's dresser drawer. Floating inside the turtle aquarium, was all the bird seed (and a little bird poo poo) that had previously been in the cage. Remember how Laynee gave all that cat food to The Turtles? Yeah, that was nothing. That floated. Bird seed does not. That Dang Cat had climbed up on top of Hunter's dresser and had wedged herself in between the wall and the bird cage. Leaning against the cage with her back and using her hind legs to push against the wall, she managed to shove the cage off the top of the dresser. (At least that's how I imagine it went down.) Which would explain the loud crashing sound we heard as it tumbled to the ground. Needless to say, someone got a spanking, and it was not a child I had given birth to. The Cat got booted. Turfed. Banished. And as we speak, is sitting outside in Laynee's stroller crying about how she has been wronged.
Note to Internet (and Self): Cats and Birds and Turtles do not happy roommates make.
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