I was preparing lunch at my dad's place, in the boondoks of Batangas, a province south of Manila, when I thought I saw the cat go by with something in its mouth. Was that a mouse? A rat, maybe?
My dad lives in a small, rural town. His kitchen overlooks a deep ravine with lots of fruit trees he's planted along with other wild plants growing on the side. It's also filled with a lot of bugs and birds. All good stuff except for the ones that bite (haven't been bitten by a bird yet, though one bearded yellow and black one came by earlier, shrieking at me for a good 5 seconds, 10 feet away).
Curious, I ran out of the kitchen after the cat and heard some noise in the shed next door. I found the cat underneath a table then made out a tiny blue bird trying to get away. I screamed at the cat, stomped my feet, but that just made the cat panic and grab the bird by its head and run away. Gah!
I went after it (them) but the stupid cat had gotten under more shit in the shed. I ducked and looked but couldn't see them. I yelled and yelled some more but nothing. I knew they were still under there but I figured it was too late, thinking the poor bird must be half-mauled by now and dying anyway, even if I got it from the cat.
Funny thing was as I was walking back to the kitchen, I realized I was still holding the whole fish I was cleaning in the sink, about to fry for lunch.
That cat must have been cussing me out for being such a hypocrite, screaming at him to let go of his lunch while I'm running around like a mad lady, holding my own dead animal for a meal in my hand.
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