So I've been in bed for three days with vertigo, which seems to be getting better, and I kept hearing a cuckoo. It was too frequent and irregular to be a clock, and the bird that makes the classic cuckoo-clock call is only found in Europe and Asia. Had one escaped from a menagerie? Had a local mockingbird somehow heard one and become obsessed with it? It was driving me nuts. I probably would have been outside with binoculars if I'd been able to stand up.
This morning, feeling better, I was standing by a clothes rack on the other side of the room when I heard the barely audible sounds of a burbling brook ... and twittering birds ... and the cuckoo. Our tortoiseshell Oriental Shorthair, Lilly, has made herself a nest of old clothes and stuffed animals atop the rack, and she'd managed to turn on an old white-noise machine I had up there, but softly enough so that from any distance it seemed to be coming from outside.
Oriental Shorthairs are famous for considering themselves great wits.