Ew

The dead starling the cats had stashed under the bed Friday night was actually very much alive when I went to remove it, turning what I thought was going to be a body recovery into a live rescue.

And I'll tell you what, that's one tough bird, because judging from the evidence I found after the fact, I'm thinking it had been in the house since Thursday.

And this whole bringing-the-prey-into-the-house thing had better stop, pronto, or I'm nailing the pet door shut. Sheesh.