It's All Relative

Pigeon Problems

The other day, my Mom and I came home to find feathers strewn about the stairs and a dead pigeon lying at the top of them. Niko, aka "The Panther", came aorund the corner with feathers stuck all over him, and a look that was all, "What? How you like me now?"

Forget the fact that this is the second pigeon he's managed to get his claws on and drag into the house. Last week, I came downstairs after hearing some serious commotion in the kitchen to find a sick bird flying all over the place with Niko running around doing his best to take him down. I was able to grab Niko and throw him in the closet before the pigeon, clearly in an intense state of shock, hid out behind the t.v. speaker. After some serious debate as to whether or not I had the guts to pick the thing up, I threw a towel over it, grabbed it and threw it outside. It flew away shaken, but still alive.

Couldn't say that for the second one.

Or who knows, it could have been the same pigeon, back for round 2 with Niko.

Either way, I think it's safe to say that pigeon number 2 didn't really stand a chance, seeing as how it's head was just about torn off. My mom made me pick it up with a dustpin and throw it away while she vaccumed up the mass of feathers and wiped down the smears of blood on the tile (SICK).

Stupid cat.