Late night and dead bird

Again, my cat kept me up for over an hour after I wanted, and would have, gone to bed so I could let him in. grr, he needs to go outside earlier in the night, so I don't have to wait up at 4 in the morning to let him in.

when I was waiting, my mom and I were checking the doors to see if he wanted to come in. Out the front door, there was a bird sitting on the front step. It was just sitting there, looking at the house. It didn't move for a while, and then it did, a little bit, in the way that you knew it was hurt. I didn't think it had flown into the window, because it wasn't in a stunned position. It seemed to have flown there and sat down. Plus, the windows around that door are small, maybe 5 or 6 inches wide, so it didn't seem to me like a bird would have tried to fly in there in the middle of the night.

We left it there, not being anything we could do about it, and my mom went upstairs to bed. Forty five minutes later, the cat finally came in, taking his sweet time, and so I went to go to bed myself. On the way, I decided to check on the bird. I used my flashlight so as not to turn on overhead lights and possibly awaken someone else. I didn't see anything, so I thought everything was fine; the bird was simply stunned or something, and it has flown away.

But then I saw something at the edge of the light. I looked again, shifted the light, and finally I saw it. The bird had been ripped open and left on the mat. My cat came over and looked up at me with a perverse grin, as if to ask how proud I was of him.

Sigh. At least it'll be removed tomorrow by the time I wake up.