Fransurrey
Well-Known Member
It's taken 3 days to get over this and let's just say I understand why some people return cats to shelters, now. I already call the young brothers furry nobheads (Jerry the older black fuzzball is a GOOD boy), but on Saturday they (although suspect Little Willy was chief pr*ck) were called much worse...
This weekend I was trying to get things sorted so I can go down to look after my mum with a cleanish house and relatively worry free. So it was that I had a productive morning doing horsey chores, and arrived home to find masses of pigeon feathers where I park my car. Initially I thought a fox had got a pigeon, then realised that it wasn't there when I left at 8.30, which suggests a CAT had got a pigeon. First feeling of dread...
I parked up and looked at my bedroom window (next to car port) and saw a feather stuck to the INSIDE. That's when the first swear word came out...
I rounded the corner...more feathers...some stuck to the cat flap. At this point I contemplated turning round and going back to the yard...
Entering the house, I saw a load of crap that my OH had left on the windowsill, on the floor. This included a pot of drawing pins and random vehicle bits. At this point Jerry told me it wasn't him and he's a GOOD boy. Furry nobheads were both snoozing on the sofa and chief nobhead (Little Willy) came to say hello and also that no f**ks would be forthcoming...
At this point movement caught my eye and I spotted a bloody wood pigeon on the windowsill. Quite calmly sat there in a WTF is going on kind of way. Window has greasy feather marks and there are drops of blood on the floor, windowsill, smears on the wall and later I discovered the curtain liners, too. This was a reasonably smart pigeon, though, and I opened the window to allow it to strut out, significantly balder than when it entered, but it did fly off, so hopefully was ok. Deep breaths...
I followed the trail of feathers through the living room, hallway and then the bedroom. It was like a blood thirsty pillowfight. More blood on the bedroom windows, feathers stuck to that and all over the floors and bed, more blood on the walls...
All the while Jerry was telling me it wasn't him and that he was a GOOD boy. Furry nobheads kept saying hello, but I'm sorry to say I might have told Willy to eff off and stay away from me. I sat on the sofa for a good ten minutes, calming down, reminding myself how much I loved kitties and wondering how the FEK I was going to clean all this up. I opted for vaccuuming first, then removing curtain for wash, then cleaning and disinfection of hard surfaces, followed by steaming the floors. Took me 3 hours and by the time my OH came home, you wouldn't have known anything was amiss, bar a missing curtain and unusually clean house! If i didn't love the very bones of them, I'd have drop kicked those furry nobheads into the geese pen*. Below is a powerpoint representation of all the Nobbery of Saturday. Bonus picture of Jerry, who is a GOOD boy.
*they did get cuddles later, after I'd downed a very large gin.
This weekend I was trying to get things sorted so I can go down to look after my mum with a cleanish house and relatively worry free. So it was that I had a productive morning doing horsey chores, and arrived home to find masses of pigeon feathers where I park my car. Initially I thought a fox had got a pigeon, then realised that it wasn't there when I left at 8.30, which suggests a CAT had got a pigeon. First feeling of dread...
I parked up and looked at my bedroom window (next to car port) and saw a feather stuck to the INSIDE. That's when the first swear word came out...
I rounded the corner...more feathers...some stuck to the cat flap. At this point I contemplated turning round and going back to the yard...
Entering the house, I saw a load of crap that my OH had left on the windowsill, on the floor. This included a pot of drawing pins and random vehicle bits. At this point Jerry told me it wasn't him and he's a GOOD boy. Furry nobheads were both snoozing on the sofa and chief nobhead (Little Willy) came to say hello and also that no f**ks would be forthcoming...
At this point movement caught my eye and I spotted a bloody wood pigeon on the windowsill. Quite calmly sat there in a WTF is going on kind of way. Window has greasy feather marks and there are drops of blood on the floor, windowsill, smears on the wall and later I discovered the curtain liners, too. This was a reasonably smart pigeon, though, and I opened the window to allow it to strut out, significantly balder than when it entered, but it did fly off, so hopefully was ok. Deep breaths...
I followed the trail of feathers through the living room, hallway and then the bedroom. It was like a blood thirsty pillowfight. More blood on the bedroom windows, feathers stuck to that and all over the floors and bed, more blood on the walls...
All the while Jerry was telling me it wasn't him and that he was a GOOD boy. Furry nobheads kept saying hello, but I'm sorry to say I might have told Willy to eff off and stay away from me. I sat on the sofa for a good ten minutes, calming down, reminding myself how much I loved kitties and wondering how the FEK I was going to clean all this up. I opted for vaccuuming first, then removing curtain for wash, then cleaning and disinfection of hard surfaces, followed by steaming the floors. Took me 3 hours and by the time my OH came home, you wouldn't have known anything was amiss, bar a missing curtain and unusually clean house! If i didn't love the very bones of them, I'd have drop kicked those furry nobheads into the geese pen*. Below is a powerpoint representation of all the Nobbery of Saturday. Bonus picture of Jerry, who is a GOOD boy.
*they did get cuddles later, after I'd downed a very large gin.
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and I couldn’t love her more. 
When he tried explaining himself through that mouthful I really lost it. Fortunately had taken the picture by then 