Tuesday, 1 September 2009

Rescue mission

Some days I'm trying to be a domestic goddess, some days I'm trying to be an academic, some days I'm just trying to stay awake, and then some days I'm trying to rescue tiny birds from the jaws of a ruthless cat.

This tiny tiny thing was brought in by Sniff today. He was stroked and soothed by me the best I could (I have no experience with birds, but hoped that very gentle stroking would calm it down) and the with Sniff locked in the flat the bird was taken outside. I think he was okay, no obvious wounds other than a little redness where Sniff had carried him. He tried to fly, but was fluttering on the ground and then disappeared under the fence into the grass next door. I keep telling myself that it will be okay, and so far Sniff as returned to the flat empty-jawed, which I can only hope is a good omen for such a sweet little bird.

I love Sniff so much that my heart aches when he eeks unhappily, and bursts when I wake up with him sleeping full length on my chest. But there are times when I wish I could explain to him just why I'm not pleased with his presents. Poor thing looked so sad when I took his toy away.

Things are manic right now, and for once I've been so busy I haven't busted out the baking tins in more than a week. A week, people! A tragedy, I know as alas, not even a three day weekend yielded the usual flurry of activity in this north London kitchen. But I promise I'll try harder, and hopefully have a recipe up in a couple of days.


  1. Cats and their gifts... they really are trying to please! I remember that from when I was little and we had cats... we also had a big field in the backyard, so the cats tried to bring lots of kinds of presents...

    But it looks like your Sniff didn't do any serious damage, so it's good that you were there to intervene. It is nice to know that pets are smart and intuitive... maybe sniff does know why :)

  2. Aw, cute little thing! Glad you were able to save him.

  3. I've tried talking to our two kitties about the same thing but do they take any notice? Not one jot. They won't stop chasing butterflies, we've been left a couple of little field mice in the garden and then one of them looked so chuffed when he brought a frog into the house the other day. I left the Husband to deal with that little gift.

  4. And there's a little something for you over on my blog.

  5. What a cute little bird. Don't give yourself a hard time about the baking - sometimes we just don't feel like doing the things we love. Ax