Murder most horrid
I’ve been house-sitting for a friend of mine for the last week. Actually, it’s more of a cat- and hamster-sitting gig; I’ve been suffering from a lack of sleep, as each night, two persistent cats try to get as close to me during the night as they can. Usually they sit on my head, particularly when it’s 6am, and they’re tired of waiting for me to get up and feed them.
I got home last night to find a large pile of pigeon feathers drifting forlornly in the breeze of the open bedroom window.
I looked in the bed (remembering a friend who awoke one morning to find a squirrel’s head resting on the pillow, a la The Godfather – I didn’t want to get into bed only to be eyeballed by a mauled and bloody carcass); I looked in my backpack; I looked in my laundry basket; I looked everywhere.
I can’t find the goddamned pigeon.
July 12th, 2006 at 11:16 am
Gehhhh… I don’t know whether to wish you good luck with that, or hope you never find it.
July 12th, 2006 at 11:20 am
Um, have you looked inside the cat? Does the cat seem hungry, or satisfied?
July 12th, 2006 at 1:37 pm
Elizabeth – I hope I never find it. Or step on it. Or anything.
Nicki – those damn cats are always hungry! Also, I’m not convinced they could eat the whole thing and not leave anything but a neat pile of feathers.
July 12th, 2006 at 4:09 pm
I think you’ve found all of the remains that you’re likely to. Bones are probably left somewhere, but in unique regions known as cat space where cat treasures are kept. Certainly I hope that’s the case!
July 12th, 2006 at 4:42 pm
Phew – I just hope that the secret cat space is not somewhere I’m likely to sleep.