It was the wrong kind of excitement - as I have mentioned on here before, we have a lot of pets. We have two dogs and three cats. All of them enjoy getting into trouble, like with what happened this morning:

I got up around 4am to use the bathroom and as I was walking into the bathroom Josie and Hartley started going crazy. I thought it was because of the cats. But I was hearing a new noise. It was a faint squeak. I thought maybe it was a mouse and was dreading looking.

I looked.

It was a mostly dead BIRD!!!!! It was teeny tiny and when Myra Ellen saw me she dropped it and I managed to grab Josie before she got it. I had to shut the basement door and locked Josie in the bedroom.

Where was Hartley? Asking to go out. So, I let him out and then set about trying to figure out how to get the bird out. I put a bucket over it and a dustpan underneath it and slid it to the backdoor, where I slid it out of the house and then scooped it with the net we use to clean the fish pond and moved it to the ground where I'm hoping it moves* as right now the dogs could get it. Hartley didn't even notice it.

As an aside, today is my 6th wedding anniversary. I'm hoping the bird was not a gift from the cats. That is not the kind of gift I was hoping for this year as I don't think that the traditional gift for the 6th year is a half dead bird**.

* It did move, about an hour after the whole thing happened, I put out Josie and it wasn't there. I'm hoping it managed to fly away and that maybe it wasn't half dead, but rather dazed from the cats swatting it about.

It's not I looked it up. The traditional is candy/iron and the modern is wood.