Too close for comfort.........

An encounter with two cats left Tweety-bird without his tail.

And that's not the only sore point. You see, they managed to relieve him of one of his wing feathers as well.

Craig heard Tweety screeching more than usual and dashed outside to where his cage was suspended from the pergola, only to find it empty, with the door open and two cats lurking nearby. He called out to see if I had him upstairs with me, as is often the case when I'm at the computer. But, not so on this occasion; however, we soon found him crouching behind a tub at the front door.

He was traumatised, so after holding him in my hands to keep him warm, we brought the cage inside, then put him back and kept him covered overnight. There wasn't a peep out of him until lunchtime the following day, but soon enough he rallied around, back to his old self and chattering away, but his repertoire has fallen short. He was also a bit muddled in some of the things he was saying. 'Baby's Tweet' or 'Hello, dear wee.'  However, today he managed, 'My name is Tweety-bird and I'm a dear wee boy.'  So, things are starting to get back to normal. He used to say 'I love you so much.'  But, I imagine the shock has blanked out some of his memory, for now.

The amazing thing about all this, is that the cats managed to push the cage door up, despite being pegged down. I guess they must have fished him out before he fluttered down to the ground due to his clipped wings. Now, all three cage openings are securely fastened with plastic ties and the outdoor chair close to where he was suspended has been moved well away.

It was a nasty shock, but as they say, all is well that ends well. Well, it will be —— when a new tail appears........................