Really tired after picking up the slack over the weekend so the Mrs could get back on top of things a bit. Did bath time with the littlun, then handed her over to the Mrs for stories and came down for a nice sit down before tea.
Only to find out the cat had coughed up a furball almost as big as her. And we’re nearly out of kitchen roll.
Great. Sorted that out, noticed the swing is still out in the yard. No problem, pop out to wedge it back in the shed. Didn’t bother to shut the door cos I was only planning on being out a minute or so. The cat followed me, and at roughly the same time we both spot a baby sparrow about six feet away. I turn to prod the cat back into the house, and at the same moment the sparrow flies full pelt through the door I’d left open, followed by a furry streak of lightning.
By the time I catch up, the bird has bounced off the wall and been caught by the cat, who is parading around with it in her mouth. I try and shuffle her towards the door, but of course that makes her drop the bird which ricochets of various surfaces before getting trapped again by the fire.
A tense game of cat and bird ensues, which eventually culminates with me managing the wrap the poor feathery fucker in a towel while it’s cornered under out little bureau.
It flew off when I released it outside, not sure how long it’ll last. All I wanted was a sit down!