Just had a big scare while carrying Muffin downstairs to the kitchen (want her to get more comfortable with the place). My landlady is gone for the weekend and her dog is in the kennel because he has to sleep with someone and can't sleep with me because of Muffin. Her cat stays outside in the garage and I fed her today. It's the bird that scared me. She has a beautiful African gray parrot (which talks alot, of course) that will come out of her cage, but has always stayed on or in her cage when I've been around - my landlady says she will fly off the cage sometimes to antagonize the dog even more (sometimes she'll get down to the very bottom of the cage to try and snap at him and he just goes crazy). Well, while carrying Muffin down, I heard one of the bird's whistles (more like a cluck kind of sound) and it was rather closer than it should have been. I looked down (was only halfway down the stairs) and saw the bird on the floor by the stairs - a good 20 feet from where her cage is in the living room. I was startled, and dropped Muffin - who immediately looked at the bird (she was hungry, as it's her dinner). I got down to the floor and the bird was looking right back at Muffin, scooting closer to the stairs and snapping her beak. I tried to get her to come onto my fingers (like some birds will) but she immediately poked her beak out, so I drew back.
My landlady told me that she always threw a towel over the bird when she was flying to get at the dog, so I went back into the kitchen and grabbed one of the dog towels (that cleans him off after he's been out in the dirt) and came back in. Muffin was still on the stairs and I threw the towel over the bird - it didn't quite cover her and she flapped her wings and I screamed, jumping back about 3 feet. I then started to laugh (why, I can't say) and followed her with the towel into the family room and before she could get under a piece of furniture, threw it over her again. This time I managed to get her covered and picked her up very carefully while she asked 'what are you doing'. I carried her slowly back into the living room, my heart racing with fear and laughter. Of course, right as I got to her cage, trying to figure out how to put her back on top while taking the towel off so she could get a grip, she moved in my hands and I dropped her. She flapped her wings again and walked on the floor a bit, while I tried to figure out what to do. I remembered my landlady's granddaughter had used a baton by the fireplace to get the bird back up to the top of her cage while the bird was going for the dog, so I grabbed it and the bird flew onto her cage and climbed back up to the top.
I laughed so hard afterwards that I started crying. I don't know why I was laughing, Muffin could have attacked the bird and the bird could have attacked Muffin (or me, for that matter). If the bird hadn't made a sound, I might have stepped on her because I was concentrated on bringing Muffin downstairs while holding her food dish in the other hand - not easy while carrying a 16-pound cat who is scared.
I hope this never happens again, as I am really scared of that bird (she's bitten my landlady several times, so I don't know what she'd do to me.)
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