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A deep, long sleep. I caught up on my sleep deficit. And I see the cats are mewling and raring to go. The forecast is clear, and even the grass is dry, and so I open the door and let them go: “Run free, run wild, my loves!” They had been housebound since the previous Friday, just one day shy of a whole week. However, they are not gone for more than five minutes, when I look out the window of the big room and see Sammy leaping up the fence and snapping up a bird in his jaws. Noooo! I didn’t mean that wild!
I rush outside, thinking that there is still a chance, because I have seen birds manage to fly away after being caught even this savagely. Sadly, this bird is not so lucky. This time Sammy crippled the bird for good, but it is still very much alive. The bird is on its back and looking straight up at me, with its mouth opening and closing, begging for help or a miracle, I imagine. The only thing I can render is mercy, a savage mercy. I stomp the broken bird to death. This is the second or third time I have had to do this. I can manage it, but I hate it and it makes me cringe at myself. I don’t think I could do this to a dog, or a cat.
I rush outside, thinking that there is still a chance, because I have seen birds manage to fly away after being caught even this savagely. Sadly, this bird is not so lucky. This time Sammy crippled the bird for good, but it is still very much alive. The bird is on its back and looking straight up at me, with its mouth opening and closing, begging for help or a miracle, I imagine. The only thing I can render is mercy, a savage mercy. I stomp the broken bird to death. This is the second or third time I have had to do this. I can manage it, but I hate it and it makes me cringe at myself. I don’t think I could do this to a dog, or a cat.
