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Sep. 25th, 2009 06:30 amWhat was happening with me yesterday? Oh, right:
I was doing my bleary-eyed ease into the morning thing, catching up on some webcomics before tackling the day, when I heard what sounded like an unfamiliar cat meowing rather desperately somewhere in the back of the house. Now, strange cats have wandered in through the cat door (which is in a window in a spare-ish room) before, so I headed back to see if someone needed rescuing/chasing out, but there was no strange cat, only Jadzia.
Jadzia is not a talky cat. She will meow to protest being picked up, maybe in greeting occasionally, but these meows did not sound like either of those. Apparently, she has a special vocalization for "Help me catch this bird that I have brought into the house to show you but it got away from and now I'm not sure where it is."
I didn't realize that's what it meant, of course, until the rustling of the goldfinch alerted me. I couldn't tell if it was hurt - it was able to flutter across the room, but it's a small room. It was scared enough to try holding very still in between it's desperate attempts to flee, so I was able to catch it and bring it outside. I put it in the tree where all the birdfeeders are and it immediately took off across the street, so I think it may have been wholly uninjured.
During all this, H was in the bathroom and of course I yell to him that there is a bird in the house so he tries to follow the action through the door, asking me questions that I just did not have time to think about. But then he made me coffee a little later.
Tiny things, goldfinches.
- 08:34 Goldfinch in the bedroom. Before coffee. Unfair. #fb
I was doing my bleary-eyed ease into the morning thing, catching up on some webcomics before tackling the day, when I heard what sounded like an unfamiliar cat meowing rather desperately somewhere in the back of the house. Now, strange cats have wandered in through the cat door (which is in a window in a spare-ish room) before, so I headed back to see if someone needed rescuing/chasing out, but there was no strange cat, only Jadzia.
Jadzia is not a talky cat. She will meow to protest being picked up, maybe in greeting occasionally, but these meows did not sound like either of those. Apparently, she has a special vocalization for "Help me catch this bird that I have brought into the house to show you but it got away from and now I'm not sure where it is."
I didn't realize that's what it meant, of course, until the rustling of the goldfinch alerted me. I couldn't tell if it was hurt - it was able to flutter across the room, but it's a small room. It was scared enough to try holding very still in between it's desperate attempts to flee, so I was able to catch it and bring it outside. I put it in the tree where all the birdfeeders are and it immediately took off across the street, so I think it may have been wholly uninjured.
During all this, H was in the bathroom and of course I yell to him that there is a bird in the house so he tries to follow the action through the door, asking me questions that I just did not have time to think about. But then he made me coffee a little later.
Tiny things, goldfinches.