Saturday, I’m typing away on the computer while the rain falls outside. I hear a loud, strange, meow. In a split second I pinpoint the sound of that meow, it distinctly reads: I caught a bird. In my doorway Hobbes drops a sparrow on the carpet. “Nooooo!” I cry as the bird suddenly takes flight with an explosion of feathers. Hobbes chases the bird into the kitchen, loud crashing and banging ensue. Images of the way she beheaded her last conquest flash in my mind. I’m terrified that I’ll walk into the kitchen and see her chowing down. For no good reason, I call Josh and leave a frantic message on his cell phone. Suddenly, all is quiet. I peek into the kitchen…Hobbes is looking around, meowing, no bird in sight. I throw on shoes and run outside. I ring Kris’ doorbell and when he answers I say, “Krriiiis…there’s a situatiiion…” Kris bravely enters the house and the search begins. He looks around the kitchen, looks outside, and looks around the living room. Silence. Suddenly, I gasp: “The bird is hiding behind my plant on the window sill!” Sure enough, the poor little guy appears dazed but ok…no blood. I put Hobbes inside my room. I grab a towel. Kris begins the process of trying to catch the bird while it flies all over the house. Tanya walks in to check the situation. She opens the front door to get Kris’ camera and the bird flies outside. I thank Kris and Tanya…I return to the computer. I leave another message for Josh. It takes me an hour to calm down. Hobbes returns outside and continues her never-ending bird quest.