I had a very late night last night(early morning) and when I got home(5'sh) one of my cats had caught a baby birdie. Ok-well she dropped it and let the others have a turn "batting" at it-I let one of the dogs out, so maybe he could finish it off(not to sound mean or cruel, but they had injured it) I was in tears-I didnt know what to do. So thinking it would probly die with in a few minutes, I wake up at 830 this morning and see that its still alive! I felt so so so bad for that thing-to think it was played with and tortured that long, bless its heart it was all covered in dirt and tried flying, but couldnt. So I felt like having DH get rid of it was only fair.....Bless his widdle soul anyways. I was crying for quite some time over that guy. RIP 'lil birdie.
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5/26/06 at 7:55am