When Caleb yelled, “Mom! You have to come here!!!” I yelled back, “No I don’t! I don’t need to see what score you got on your video game! Just tell me!” He came to the top of the stairs and yelled down, “No! Zeki caught a bird! In the house!” He was right. I did need to see that.
I came upstairs to see a carpet of feathers covering the floor. Caleb pointed toward Camille’s play tent: “He’s in there.” I gently pulled back the tent flap to see a fat, self satisfied cat snacking on a few feathers, with one paw casually laid on top of a bird carcass.
The bird’s neck had been broken. As if to show off, Zeki drew the bird body in toward him and wrestled it to defeat once more.
There was a lot of screaming and many cries of “GROSS!!!” along with “My cat is a MURDERER!!” to go with Camille’s tears.
Once Zeki had had his way with the bird body I delicately grabbed it by one wing (as everyone else ran the other way) and carried it outside to the trash.
I was stopped by Caleb on the way down the stairs. He rain up with his iPad and said, “Hold on! I need to take a picture of the bird. I told K (skype girl) that I would take a picture of it and put it on Instagram.” Say what now? My 10 year old has an Instagram account?!! I decided it was better to discard the dead bird before dealing with my Instagram dilemma. When dad is out of town it’s always one crisis after another . . .
birdmurder is hard work