Cats are fun. Not only do they keep the mice out of the house, but every now and again they bring you a little present. One that's alive. That's what Gata brought me this morning, right over to the computer and then let him (or her, I didn't check) go. I tried to get it to go out the door, but that's one of the problems with nine and a half foot ceilings, the door tops are at leat a foot below the birds flying altitude. I tried for a half hour, even turned on the ceiling fan so it would have less places to land. That didn't work, I finally turned it off because the bird just kept flying around and around and I thought it was going to die of exhaustion. So I just propped the front door open and went about my business. A couple hours later when I checked, it was nowhere to be found. Either it found it's way outside or hid behind the cabinets and is still there. I'll know in a week or so if I start to smell something rank in here. Ah well, c'est la vie.