We get home from work tonight and I find Caesar sitting on my bathroom counter, meowing at the fan vent. Caesar can be more than a little strange sometimes so I rub his chin, scratch his ears and tell him how cute he isn't.
A few hours later I find Caesar in the same spot. Now, however, I spot what appears to be bird poop on the floor by the human litter box. I grab some tp and pick it up. Yep, bird poop.
All summer long I told DH that it sounds like there are birds in the vent. I take the evidence downstairs to him. His response, "Birds cannot get in the vent."
I make a bet with him.
I go in the basement and get the step ladder. I take it to the bathroom and set it up. Caesar climbs the ladder. DH climbs on the ladder. DH takes the vent off the ceiling and guess what - a bird flies out!
Caesar and the 18-year-old kitten, Fortissimo, go crazy. Caesar chases the bird downstairs. DH chases Caesar. DH grabs Caesar and locks him in the half bath.
Bird flies upstairs.
Fortissimo corners the bird. I grab Fortissimo. Fortissimo bites me (He thinks I'm a bird. Hey, my name is Robin after all). I lock Fortissimo in the guest bedroom.
Bird flies back downstairs.
We take off screens in all of the windows. Bird flies into window but not out of the window.
Bird the flies into the window in the vaulted ceiling and sits on the window ledge. The window is about 30 feet off of the ground so we can't get the poor birdie.
I gently toss cat toys up at the window to get the bird down.
Birdie is either very scared or is laughing at us.
Birdie flies into the loft window again and into the fake plant (now do you understand how I kill fake plants too? I let birds sit in them.)
Bird flies downstairs.
Bird flies upstairs.
Guess what happens next?
Yep, bird flies downstairs.
We repeat this for about an hour.
Bird finally gets tired of watching us play and he flies out a window.
We free the cats. They are currently hunting for the bird. I didn't know 18-year-old cats could jump as high as Fortissimo did. He apologizes for biting me. I give the cats treats. I give Tigger a treat so she doesn't feel left out as she was outside whining to come in the whole time.
So, how long do you think I should wait before I tell DH, "I told you so?"
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