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Nice start to the day as the cat brought a pigeon into the house at 5am. The pigeon wasn't dead, but it wasn't happy and had lost some feathers. How the cat managed to capture this big bird and then drag it through the cat flap and bring it upstairs, I don't know. The pigeon should be ashamed of itself. It used to be a dinosaur.
I was sleeping in the bunk bed with Ernie to give Catie a good night's sleep before her trip to Edinburgh (she claims I snore, but I've never heard me), and the cat brought the pigeon to her, so she had to deal with it. Which is good because I hate birds in the house. She got it outside and kept the cats inside to give it a chance to recuperate. It wasn't there when I came down later, but that doesn't mean it had flown away. There's a lot of animals out there on the look out for a disabled pigeon.
That family of pigeons has been visiting our garden since we got here and probably before, to have baby pigeons and then move on. But Tabby hasn't been here before (Smithers was too slow and dumb to kill anything) and he has fucked up that tradition. I hope it doesn't happen when Catie is away. Birds in the house freak me out.
We took Catie to the train station early to get her train up north (well south first). She had a show at 6.10pm so it was a baller move to go up on the day, but she made it OK. The kids are travelling up to Edinburgh next week with their grandparents as I do not want to go to the Fringe this year (hope I will be back some time, but not emotionally ready for it) and Catie wants to be apart from them for the minimum time possible. I am looking forwards to my own holiday from everyone but the dog and killer cats, but I am also looking forward to having a couple days of just me and the kids. Get back to me in three days to see if I still feel that way.
