I took her to the vet today for her annual shot and the doctor said she’s in good health. Me iz happy!
Anyways, after we came back home she went in the living room and I went to my room. When I checked on her she was playing with something I thought was her toy-mouse. What do you want, I didn’t have my glasses on, so I just saw her playing with a gray thingie.
Went I went to the kitchen I saw feathers on the carpet in the living room. A lot, I may say.
She even choked on one before I gathered them all. So let’s see the facts: I saw the cat playing with something, now I find feathers scattered around. OK, where’s the bird and what did you do with her, bitch? I looked around but no bird. Still, I was puzzled.
Finally, Dad came home and I heard him calling me. He was in the living room, holding a bird in his hand! He had found it on the windowsill and thankfully, the birdie wasn’t harmed. We let it out and it flew away quite fast.
Of course, the Bitch isn’t disturbed about what happened and didn’t want to apologize to the bird. But she got a scolding from me: bird are friends, not food!
ionuca 
Poor little birdies 
alienatu 
We might kill ours if she tries anything feathery. We have a parrot for god’s sake!
Dad nearly threw her out for destroying brand new curtains. Couldn’t she tear the crappy communist ones? >_>