Natural Born Killer

This morning, I was sitting at my desk, chatting on MSN with my mom when all of a sudden, I heard a sound like fhluhp! fhuluhp! I swiveled in my swivelly chair and saw Leah, our inherited cat, carrying a dying pigeon in her mouth a few feet behind my chair. No, my office isn't in a barn, the cat brought the outside world inside. The cat ran past my chair and put the bird underneath the Buddhist shrine in Tawm's parent's house. Thankfully the cat didn't play with the dying bird, but she was pure business and finished the bird off quickly. I didn't want to watch the cat's playtime or have to finish the bird off myself. As I kid I wanted to be a zoologist and am still fascinated with animals (from afar moreso than upclose). It was amazing that Leah could kill that bird because the pigeon was almost the same size as the cat. After the bird was dead and feathers scattered everywhere, I grabbed a broom and dustpan and took the bird outside so that Leah could tear it apart without making a mess near the Buddhist shrine or in my office.

As I was dispersing of the bird outside, I thought to myself, what next. What other kinds of animals am I going to have to deal with in our house. The list is growing...
We have dogs, a cat, have had spiders, cockroaches, ants, termites, frogs, salamanders, a crab, a rat, and now a bird. Maybe I do live in a barn and was just mistaken!