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I officially, in all seriousness, hate Muffy.
It's not enough that she eats sentimental items, terrorizes my cat, and rips apart my room, but she finally crossed the line.
RIP Barnaby The Bird.
I let Muffy on the porch this afternoon so she'd quit screwing around with my stuff and after a minute or two I heard a screaming sound coming from outside. I ran out and tried to grab Muffy, but I couldn't stop her from attacking the baby bird. He tried to get away and pulled himself to a corner of the porch, then fell through the railing to the ground.
I scooped him up, still alive, and put him in a box with a soft towel and called animal rescue services for over an hour until finally finding a lady who would take him. After getting my stuff together to leave and making sure Barnaby was okay, I went back inside to grab the directions and confirm them with the woman. Minutes later, I walked outside and watched Barnaby slowly stop breathing, turn over, and die.
I'm broken.
It's not enough that she eats sentimental items, terrorizes my cat, and rips apart my room, but she finally crossed the line.
RIP Barnaby The Bird.
I let Muffy on the porch this afternoon so she'd quit screwing around with my stuff and after a minute or two I heard a screaming sound coming from outside. I ran out and tried to grab Muffy, but I couldn't stop her from attacking the baby bird. He tried to get away and pulled himself to a corner of the porch, then fell through the railing to the ground.
I scooped him up, still alive, and put him in a box with a soft towel and called animal rescue services for over an hour until finally finding a lady who would take him. After getting my stuff together to leave and making sure Barnaby was okay, I went back inside to grab the directions and confirm them with the woman. Minutes later, I walked outside and watched Barnaby slowly stop breathing, turn over, and die.
I'm broken.