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06 July 2005 @ 11:21 am
I was innocently taking a shower this morning when there was a flutter of shadows and an explosion of indeterminate sound in the bathroom. I threw open the shower door to find Cinder crouched next to the laundry basket and feathers everywhere. I'm sort of impressed -- she had to leap to the window carrying the bird and then drag it through the length of the apartment, including my bedroom which is somewhat of an obstacle course, to present it to Mom in the bathroom.

Sadly, I did not fulfill my part of the ritual, where I praise her mighty hunterness and we share a delicious meal. I scruffed her, tossed out the bathroom door and closed it. I eyed the laundry basket, and decided that if the bird was going to croak in the next ten minutes, taking it to the wildlife rehabbers wouldn't save it anyway, and I was taking my shower.

You might be able to guess where this is going.

I had my eyes closed, rinsing out the shampoo, when there was another burst of sound and wings buffeting me. I turn off the water and look down, and a young dove is sitting by my feet in my very tiny shower stall. I open the door and it flutters out and over to sit on the venetian blinds. It seems happy enough there, and I have soap in my hair, and I am taking my shower.

Because I am an extremely callous individual, I condition, too.

Eventually I finish, capture the bird in a plastic cape, and put it in a box. The ghosts of my hill country ancestors are saying "It's a dove, you eat them, you don't take them to re-ha-bilatators!", and I ponder just letting it go, but despite its liveliness it is missing most of the tail and there's a laceration on its breast that will just get cat-infected if I do so, so it's off to the Wildlife Center of Silicon Valley, which as it turns out doesn't open until 10 anyway. I always feel guilty about turning in animals without a donation, especially since it's my cat that did it, but I'm extremely poor right now, so I just gave them all the money I had in my pockets. Three dollars. Yes, I suck.
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Alix (Tersa): Toast--face close-uptersa on July 6th, 2005 08:11 pm (UTC)
I have soap in my hair, and I am taking my shower.

Because I am an extremely callous individual, I condition, too.

This made me snicker. :)

You do not suck. You *still* donated.
Laura: catthulutavella on July 6th, 2005 09:03 pm (UTC)
Yeah, but I still know that I'm one of Those People that the rehabilitators complain about in the back room, that let their cats out and then leave things for the rehabbers to clean up. I knoooooow it.

I'm still sort of impressed that Cinder got it to the bathroom. She's only six pounds of cat, and a dove is not a small bird. But then, after she was abandoned and before she moved in with me, she supported herself as a huntress, including at least once a squirrel, and she was still half a kitten then.
Marithmarith on July 6th, 2005 09:31 pm (UTC)
It made me snicker, too. And you don't suck. Most of us would have just put the dove back out in the yard, I suspect.
Lauratavella on July 6th, 2005 11:36 pm (UTC)
If it had been marginally less battered I would have, but it just didn't look like it would make it without at least a little care.
Tayefethtayefeth on July 7th, 2005 01:52 am (UTC)
Heck, my inclination is at partly with Tavella's hill-country ancestors...
Lauratavella on July 7th, 2005 06:10 am (UTC)
Yeah, but my hill country ancestors were also much more familiar with wringing bird necks. Since I wasn't going to do that, and letting it go would abandon it to a slow painful death, the rehabbers it was.

But there was definitely a mumbling going on in the back of my mind all during the drive, along the lines of "_everything_ eats doves, that what doves are there for. A pair of doves will crank out nest after nest of babies _all_ summer long, there's no shortage of doves in the world..."

I've got noisy ancestors :)
Tayefethtayefeth on July 7th, 2005 03:14 pm (UTC)
:-) I'm not sure I would have actually wrung the dove's neck and made supper of it, but yeah. Not only is being eaten a big part of why doves exist, but they're apparently tasty, if you trust the prices for squab in the grocery store...
mikkeneko on July 9th, 2005 07:06 am (UTC)
Don't feel bad. It was nice of you to take it in. (And that icon SCARES ME.)
Laura: catthulutavella on July 9th, 2005 12:24 pm (UTC)
Catthulu! I saw the photomanip somewhere on the net and said "I must have an icon of this!" It's become my "My Cats Are Evil" tag icon.