About half an hour ago, a loud ‘meow of triumph’ from downstairs alerted me to the fact that the kitten had caught something. I came running out of my office as he came strutting up the stairs and managed to slam the bedroom door just in time to prevent him from hiding his prey under the bed. There was then an impasse on the landing while he protested at the closed door and I waited to see whether the blackbird was alive or dead.
It was alive. He put it down and it flew into my office. The kitten pounced after it, caught it, let it go, then he emerged from behind my desk with nothing but a few feathers in his mouth. I threw him out of my office (quite literally – I needed enough time to move the random piece of discarded furniture that was preventing me from shutting the door) then went to look for the bird, which was playing dead in the crack between the back of my PC and the wall.
I pulled the desk out a little and cupped my hands around the bird, but didn’t manage to pull it out because of all the wires in the way. It escaped and retreated further behind the desk. Damn. I looked for a piece of cloth I could use to grab it, but I didn’t want to leave the room and risk letting the kitten back in – he was complaining vocally outside the door – and the only thing in my office was my dressing gown, which I thought would be too bulky. I therefore pulled off my pyjama top – yep, it’s a pyjama day and as is usually the case I had no bra on underneath – threw that over the bird and picked him up.
My office window won’t open very far as it’s one that pivots and a blind at the top gets in the way, but I judged the gap was just big enough for a blackbird. I didn’t want to just drop him in case he was in shock and fell like a stone, so I settled him on the window ledge and uncovered him. After a few minutes, he started to show an interest in the world outside. Unfortunately, I’d forgotten that birds don’t understand about glass. He must have bashed himself against the window at least 20 times, losing a few more feathers along the way. Eventually, I managed to scare him into flying sideways rather than straight ahead and he just squeezed through the gap, escaping unharmed.
It was at this point that I noticed the bird had wet itself and pooed on my pyjama top (the white stuff is urine, if you’re interested. I once proofread a whole book about turkeys). That bloody kitten has a lot to answer for! I also decided to shut my computer down before pushing the desk back, as the power cable has a tendency to get caught and come out. Of course, this meant my PC asked to install the Windows updates that I’d already installed twice, then had to run a system restore when my computer didn’t start again.
I’m pleased to report that the updates worked this time – third time lucky! My pyjamas are now in the wash and the kitten is still looking for the bird in my office.