June 18, 2006

Well, that was exciting

So I'm at the "sitting at the computer reading my e-mail" part of my morning routine when I hear an odd scraping noise in the dining room. I think, "What are the cats playing with now?" and go investigate. But Twyla is just sitting on the ironing board, not doing anything, and the noise is coming from the drop ceiling, and, you know...moving around. I think, oh, great, we have a mouse...I guess putting one of the cats in the ceiling as well is not a solution to this problem.

I go tell Rose about this, and she comes in, and then the mouse squeaks. But it doesn't sound like a mouse sort of noise, really, and then it makes the noise again and Rose and I simultaneously realize, dude! It's a bird!

Rose comes up with a plan -- if we prop open the drop ceiling, the bird will eventually come toward the light, and hopefully fly out the window (which we also open). I raise one of the panels near the window and the bird skitter-hops as far away from that corner of the ceiling as it possibly can. Rose pokes the opposite corner of the ceiling with the pokey end of the Swiffer and suddenly there is movement and the bird comes through the opening and quickly falls (with some perfunctory fluttering) behind the radiator! Suddenly Twyla is very interested.

We grab Twyla and take her elsewhere and try to grab the bird. It eludes me as I reach under the radiator and cuts out in the other direction, behind the laundry hamper. We move the hamper and it goes behind the dryer. We move the dryer and it nestles itself behind a pile of clothes and the nearby shelves. Finally Rose grabs it and sets it on the windowsill. It immediately flies across the street and sits for a while on the sidewalk (presumably stunned) before going on its way. Whew.

Twyla is still a bit sulky, though.

Posted by Francis at 11:15 AM

Did I read that right? You would unloose Twyla's oomph on your cousin the mouse, but not on a descendant of Barney? Another self-hating mammal reveals himself to the world, I guess -- and his private washer and dryer to the rest of New York. And you want ME to buy YOUR book, Mr. Francis Heaney Rockefeller self-hater?

I admit I do feel I owe you something for all the free Six Thingses...

Posted by: Ruby Dohler at June 18, 2006 02:58 PM

Twyla would have had a much better chance of catching a mouse than either Rose or I would have. Those things are fast.

Posted by: Francis at June 18, 2006 03:11 PM

What, you don't have a gold-plated humane robotic mouse catcher over there at Heaney Towers?

Here is something you probably didn't know:

bird --> ptak

mammal --> ssak (both S's pronounced separately)

Posted by: Ruby Dohler at June 18, 2006 05:01 PM

What sort of bird?

Posted by: Elizabeth at June 22, 2006 01:15 PM

A small, dust-covered one. Beyond that my expertise does not extend, alas.

Posted by: Francis at June 22, 2006 02:49 PM

Ah, life in the city.

Posted by: Victoria at June 22, 2006 11:54 PM

One day this spring, a bird managed to fly all the way down our chimney and end up in the firebox of our masonry heater (sort of a stone wood stove). The firebox has a glass door, so it was basically cat TV! We were able to get the bird out without incident. Now the cats keep their eye on that glass door in case anything so interesting should turn up again.

Posted by: saphir at June 23, 2006 12:33 PM

Dude, consider:

Denying Twyla her attempt to conquer the avian intruder is akin to denying yourself the opportunity to solve a cryptic crossword.

Dude, also consider:

I just used the word "akin" in a post. Heh-heh. Heh heh-heh! Also, "avian".

You going to San Antonio? Are you going to post from there, or after? We stay-at-home NPLers want to know.

Posted by: Atom at June 26, 2006 12:46 PM
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