OH HOW WRONG WE WERE.
Let's just say one day I came home to a disaster zone with the bird cage on the ground, bird seed everywhereeeee, Baylor/Robin Sparkles on the loose and Mittens meowing non-stop. This was followed up with about FIVE HOURS of me trying to catch Baylor/Robin Sparkles (who was out of her cage for the first time since January) as she flew all over the place tweeting duress signals, a frantic kitty chasing her around the apartment, me screaming and dropping to the floor like a fire drill every time she flew directly at my face and the kitty jumping over me like some slow-mo stealthy action movie. Thank God for roommates who eventually come home and use their cat-like (LOL) reflexes to catch a bird in one SUPER COOL motion similar to a ninja catching a fly with chopsticks. If you think I am making any of this up, I have Skype and physical witnesses.
July you were a doozy!