Tuesday is Flapping Day

[smokingboot]

Last tuesday it was a bat in the kitchen. Today it's a thrush in the front room. I should have known something was up when Surya kept trying to climb the inside of the chimney despite the fire being on. She just couldn't leave it alone. I put it out, because I would rather go cold than risk the little wally hurting herself. Everything got cold. Everything got peaceful. Then a thrush flew down through the flue, straight across my head and under the sofa. Q kitty madness as it flew around the room, hotly pursued by Surya, with Ralik joining in late. I got it to perch on my fingers for a moment while I opened a window, and away it flew.

Now the cats are traversing every. single. inch. of this house. I swear they think it's still here, hiding somewhere.

Autumn's a bit lively round here.

I dread to check out that flue. Suppose there are more up there?

Comments

[half-orc.livejournal.com]

The birdie perched on your finger? You really are gearing up for your Mary Poppins role aren't you? We are all home now btw.

a spoon full of sugar helps the laudanum go down

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

A few questions before I lace up my nanny boots and pack my gin:
When's a good time to contact Carrie? Is she bedridden or up and around?
And most of all, what's young Master's first name? I can't keep on calling him dogboy you know...