Cat and bird

Last night Sundance woke me with a hiss and some scratching of my arms. I don't know if she had had a nightmare or if I had rolled in the wrong direction or moved my arm and disturbed her. Anyway, she drew some blood and I am just grateful she wasn't sleeping curled up my my face as she does a lot lately.

When I came home from work this afternoon and took off my long-sleeved shirt, I saw the scratches and went to get some antibiotic out of Tom's bathroom. On the way there, I noticed a shadow moving under the blind in the guest room. Turns out it was a sparrow -- how it got in is a mystery. Probably a cat brought it in, but it wasn't very ruffled. Tom does have a habit of leaving the door onto the deck open a bit for the sake of the cats, and the bird may have flown in on its own.

I scooped the bird up with a faux Tupperware container that once held take-home Chinese food and released it. Tom had been hearing chirping back there all day apparently, but he thought it was one of the smoke alarms signaling that a battery was low. Whenever he went to investigate, the bird shut up and so he couldn't figure out what the problem was.

And that's the critter du jour story.