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The other day, I came home with the Little Family after an outing. A cat crossed in front of us (a calico chap) who looked quite guilty. Odd. We usually don’t run into cats in our front yard, although they meander through our weedy backyard from time to time. As we approached our front door, we found a scattering of feathers on our front door. And the pigeon that they belonged to snuggled against our front door, looking a bit mangy.

As we walked into the foyer, (we don’t really have a fancy foyer, but I just wanted to say that), the pigeon didn’t move. We’ve all seen sick animals, and that’s how it looked. Not moving despite possible danger. I closed the door behind me, looked out the window and it didn’t even blink.

I was a little troubled…this happened before at my old residence. A seagull with a badly bent wing was running around the street and almost got run over by a car (or two). It was a seagull, and this was a pigeon. There are thousands of these birds, why bother helping them out? Circle of life shit.

I went downstairs again to look at the bird, and the cat is there, standing over the pigeon. I open the door and shoo it away. The pigeon moved, about two feet over, but looked the same. When I went upstairs and looked out again, the cat was watching the doorway. I decided to call Animal Care and Control. Kitty wasn’t going to quit until he had a snack. 

ACC came shortly thereafter and scooped up the pigeon. There were new injuries and more feathers strewn about, but it was now in a box and hopefully it will be better off. Glad I could help it out, but yes, that cat gave me the side eye after ACC drove off. Get another meal elsewhere, homie.