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May 06, 2005
Anne Campbell’s revenge – The new twist…
Thank God, I didn’t follow my childhood dream and become a vet. The vital and rather basic difference between a dead animal and one in deep traumatic shock seems to have escaped me somewhere along the way.
So Bird is lying there in its little cardboard box coffin, ready for me to bury him when I got back from school drop off.
Can you imagine my horror when I came back to find the box empty but two beady eyes staring at me from the washing machine pipe?
I shit you not.
He put the fear of God in me, more than I did him, or the cat for that matter. He is perched there right now, still happily and perkily munching away on my Multigrain loaf. While I’m sitting here wondering why these things always happen to me. Where animals are concerned I am way too soft.
Thing is, he seems to have an injured wing, even if I knew how to release him then would I not just be sending him back into the claws of some cat or other?
But he cannot stay down the side of the washing machine forever…
Guess how much Middlemarch got read this morning?!
Posted by purple elephant at May 6, 2005 02:28 PM