Apparently the little sparrow did not have a prayer left when he managed to fly down the 6 story shaft between our building and the building next to ours, through the 12 inch window that opens to our shower and into our apartment. Little did he know Apt. #3 is home to two bored cats, who have fond memories of prowling their former neighborhood of Newport Beach, hunting and chasing his very species. I am not sure how the entire scenario went down, but from amount of feathers covering the apartment floor when I returned from work last night, it could not have been pretty. At first I thought it maybe they ripped a pillow or a stuffed kitty toy, but then I saw the little sparrow with no wings and no head tragically lying on the floor. Bruce and Walter sat proudly, thrilled with their kill. It is quite possible that yesterday marked the most exciting day for Bruce and Walter since moving to New York. So unfortunate for the poor pájaro.
1 comment:
Yikes! Poor little bird! Thanks for not showing the gore.
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