I blame jfs

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In other news, yesterday was the day of the horrible sound; a tiny scream which grew louder and louder until it felt as though it was in the corridor outside the lounge. Turned out it was in the corridor outside the lounge; Surya had a mouth full of protesting bird. The captive certainly had no intention of going quietly into that good night. Rage, fear, and above all lung capacity was on its side, and it shrieked, beak distended, in a manner more indicative of indignation than terror. Surya was carrying it by the scruff of the neck; the intention was clearly to take it somewhere and play a little, but the bird had not been damaged as far as we could tell.

Surya put it down, and larians grabbed it. He is good at handling the little beasties of the earth. Unfortunately, the prisoner leapt into a quick dance with Surya, who batted at those enticingly flappy wings, whereupon birdy disappeared under fridge. Surya was relegated to the safety of somewhere else, larians picked up birdy and took it outside. it seemed OK, and now it is free to complain at the other finches about their uselessness in times of trouble.

Our pussycats are lovely, but they are evil, almost as evil as gerbils. Almost.