One of my little cat came down the stairs elegantly carrying a bird in its mouth.
Meanwhile, the cat ran away with the bird in its mouth and came back empty-handed.
‘Where on earth is the bird?!’
The bird was found in the room on the second floor, completely motionless.
For a moment, I felt afraid and confused.
I wondered whether he was alive, and if not, whether I should bury him, place him somewhere, or take him to a vet first. If I left him outside, would he fall victim to other cats?
As various possibilities ran through my mind, I searched for something to wrap around my hands
At last, I found a towel.
When I went back to him with it, his head had turned about 30 degrees.
“He is alive.”
Grateful that no life had been taken in this house, I opened the window and let him go.
