With a sad heart, I sit in front of my computer staring at my monitor (the new-slightly-used one!) prepping myself to write Tibby's eulogy, Ode to Tibby. Before my creativity could begin warming up, I notice Tiggy (one of the bored cats) staring at something behind my head....out of the corner of my right eye I see the shadow of something larger than a moth in the corner (I have a lamp in the corner on the floor).....I whiplash my head around and lo and behold, TIBBY IS ALIVE!!! Tell me that's not a miracle! There must be a God!!! Little teeny-tiny Tibby has been out of his cage, unable to fly, stuck in a mid-sized bedroom with 2, yes TWO, cats! The reason we have Tibby is because of his flight-issues. This either means that God's eye really IS on the sparrow (Tibby is a black throated sparrow).....or we have 2 of the dumbest cats on the planet! It's probably a mixture of both. I say this cuz I do believe in God caring about sparrows and Tiggy is acting all kinds of freaked-out. I think Tibby's flutterings scared our big fat man-cat! Tibby, the teeny-tiny sparrow, is gonna start thinking he's the alpha cat if we're not careful!
We have moved his cage to where the fat-fuzzies can't reach him. He's been back in his cage now for a little over an hour....usually he's a singin' fool. Not tonight.....there hasn't been a peep out of him. Maybe he taunted the fuzzies and they "took him down." Hopefully he won't develop PTSD....we just can't afford counseling right now.