2005-05-04 - 10:25 p.m.

Sweet innocent little Phoebe Cat killed a bird today.

But wait, there's more.

She's only been allowed to play outside for the last month or so. She behaves and doesn't leave the yard, doesn't fight with other cats, just sits around the corner from the bird feeder.

She's now known as Freddie Kreuger to the neighborhood birds.

Every week or so I come home to see her sitting in the front yard next to a pile of feathers. No body, no blood, just a whoooooole lot of feathers.

And recently she's learned how to open the back screen door. So when she feels like going out, she just goes out.

So today, she opened the door and went out.

And caught a bird.

And brought it back in.

And killed it.

In the kitchen.

And ate it.

But left feathers allllll over the dining room.

Which happens to be where poor Fiona, my conure, sits in her cage.

I think Fiona is traumatized by what she saw today.

Phoebe says she never even SAW any birds today.

And who could doubt a face like that?

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