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| Mates for Life-Siddie RIP | |
| By BrianRobertNeal | ||||||||||||||
| 22 September 2006 | ||||||||||||||
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We left with cat creeping up on a pre-occupied Bluey, now read on, For new re MATES FOR LIFE-SIDDIE RIP? “Then I sees him, the cat, creeping on his belly towards her.” My Brain said to me, “See, she’s gonna get her comeuppance.” I wasn’t impressed. It then said, “Imagine it, you’ve got yer cage back and they all love Siddie once again”. “So what?” I thought. Finally it asked, “What do you think you can do to a vicious cat that size?” I wished that it had made its last remark first, cos instinct had got me to fly at the cat. I was just about to slash at it with my claws, when it just padded me away with the back of one its paws. I dropped like a stone and landed by the side of it. I tried to fly off, but one of me wings hung down and dragged on the floor. That’s it; I’m off to the Great Cuttle Fishbone in the Sky. Mind, I’d given Bluey her chance and she shot up and was well out his reach. Then the silly bloody little “Hen” that she is, swooped at him, slashed his nose with her claws and shot away. He forgot all about me and was now tracking her. Funny really cos I always used to take the micky out of her, typical “Hen”, she was always preening herself and then sharpening her beak and claws on the Cuttle Fishbone. Her talons were as sharp as needles. Slowly she’s drawing the cat away from me, but I can’t move. The cat is pulling in and making himself small. Bluey is getting too close and the cat’s waiting to spring at her. I try to run at the cat but merely manage to fall over, onto me good wing. Then the Mister comes in, he shouts at the cat, but the cat’s lost it! He launches himself at the Mister, not a good move, as the Mister is holding a mug of hot black coffee. The coffee ends up flung into the cat’s moosh, but that didn’t stop him. In self defence the Mister smashed the mug down onto the Cat’s head. It was the cat’s turn to drop to the floor like a stone. It shook its head, crouched down and then shot out of the room. The Missus came in and was given an ear bashing. The Mister was upset and he kicked the door shut. Meanwhile Bluey had landed quite near me. She looked upset. She hopped from one foot to the other, and bobbed up and down making her “worried noise”. It sounds a bit like, “Tut,Tut,Tut,Tut,Tut.” I know that Budgies can’t cry but when she nuzzled me, her beak was wet. She then had a look at my wing. Suddenly she flicked it with her wing and it fell back into place. I couldn’t move it, but it was a lot more comfortable than when it was dragging on the floor. The Mister come over and gently picked me up, Bluey flew up and landed on his wrist. He said to me, “Now Siddie that nice lady vet is on her way to make you better.” “Why does the Silly Sod talk to me like I was a chick? He means well bless him.” He put me in the cage and Bluey followed me in. She made a fuss of me, feeding me like I was a little one. I can take all this. Then the vet comes. She was very thorough, she said to the Mr and Mrs, “There is no permanent crippling and he’ll in time be able to fly, but only short hops”. She stroked Bluey, and said “Well, well, she’s not long off laying. We’re gonna have a little one, mind if she has her way in time it’ll be a flock of ‘em. Carrying has put her off you know her excessive demands, so at night, at last, I can rest in peace.
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